when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
Remi looks up. As Amalia has already observed, perhaps one of the only benefits of being blind is not needing as much light. When he is familiar with things, they simply are in his view. Not illuminated, not reflective, just...objective, in a way. But of course his smile is instantaneous, and though weary, it is genuine for as long as Remi can hold it. "Hey, no of course. Anything." He says easily, his accent all the more thick given how tired he is.
"Mmm, nothing helpful I do not think." He replied with a sigh, turning to yawn into his shoulder. "It seems organic, and yet all the gods have said that it is not. But—" Shifting some papers around, Remi pulls up sketches of blighted plants compared to others that have just been regularly infected by fungus and bacteria. "If you ignore the strange dark starry sort of quality, it all seems the same. The earthen smell, the rot, the decay." Running his fingertips up his arm, Remi could only shake his head.
"There is also.." Only because of how much Remi trusts Amalia, because of the pulse of concern he feels from her, does he pull out the pages hidden beneath the others. They are sketches of Ronin's hand, indicating tremors. The way his skin has taken on a clamminess, the earthen smell...other notes about his husband's mood, his balance, his appetite. All of it Remi has marked down with the strictness of a scientist, but there is love in the way he has captured his partner. Worry too, in the quickly-jotted notes in the margins.
"Mmm, nothing helpful I do not think." He replied with a sigh, turning to yawn into his shoulder. "It seems organic, and yet all the gods have said that it is not. But—" Shifting some papers around, Remi pulls up sketches of blighted plants compared to others that have just been regularly infected by fungus and bacteria. "If you ignore the strange dark starry sort of quality, it all seems the same. The earthen smell, the rot, the decay." Running his fingertips up his arm, Remi could only shake his head.
"There is also.." Only because of how much Remi trusts Amalia, because of the pulse of concern he feels from her, does he pull out the pages hidden beneath the others. They are sketches of Ronin's hand, indicating tremors. The way his skin has taken on a clamminess, the earthen smell...other notes about his husband's mood, his balance, his appetite. All of it Remi has marked down with the strictness of a scientist, but there is love in the way he has captured his partner. Worry too, in the quickly-jotted notes in the margins.
beats in time with yours
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.
