Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Far, far beneath the surface of the water, a monster begins to rise. With tentacles as long as trees and a body the size of a ship, the Kraken that swims towards the shoreline is surely the largest predator around for miles and miles; not even ghost whales consider him worth the effort. However what breaks through the moon bright crest of a wave is not the rubbery oblong skull of a Kraken, but a head sporting drowned curls overtop sea-green eyes.
Ruffling a hand through his hair to try and shed as much water as he could, Remi suddenly burst entirely into flame as he strayed away from the water. Unburned by his own fire, the alchemist found this a speedy way of drying himself off, though it came with the unfortunate side-effect of burning away his clothes. He really should speak to Ludo about that, but given how very late it was and how very far away he was from everything, Remi didn't expect to come across anyone at this time of night.
Only...
Looking like a ghost and not simply because of her complexion, the sight of Maea had Remi freezing midstep upon the sand. Suddenly free of flames and look wholly mortal (as mortal as a demigod could look, anyway), the alchemist narrows his eyes. "I have been seeing lots of strange things lately.." He calls into the darkness. "Things out of the corner of my eye...but you seem quite real."
Which was strange, because the last time he had seen Maea, she'd been swallowed by a ghostwhale.
Ruffling a hand through his hair to try and shed as much water as he could, Remi suddenly burst entirely into flame as he strayed away from the water. Unburned by his own fire, the alchemist found this a speedy way of drying himself off, though it came with the unfortunate side-effect of burning away his clothes. He really should speak to Ludo about that, but given how very late it was and how very far away he was from everything, Remi didn't expect to come across anyone at this time of night.
Only...
Looking like a ghost and not simply because of her complexion, the sight of Maea had Remi freezing midstep upon the sand. Suddenly free of flames and look wholly mortal (as mortal as a demigod could look, anyway), the alchemist narrows his eyes. "I have been seeing lots of strange things lately.." He calls into the darkness. "Things out of the corner of my eye...but you seem quite real."
Which was strange, because the last time he had seen Maea, she'd been swallowed by a ghostwhale.
the lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
