all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
For as much of a family as they were, Ronin and Remi didn't need to always be together. So as the hunter and their daughter hung their lanterns, Remi trailed his fingers softly across Ronin's back before making his way towards a patch of ground barren of trees. Kneeling down softly, Remi pulled in a breath. LongNight felt like forever ago, and yet the memories of those lost were still imprinted keenly in his mind. Two, specifically. Celosia, the duchess he'd only just gotten to know in Northaven before their lives were uprooted, and Zero, a man he didn't know at all, but who had impacted the alchemist's life in fundamentally altering ways.
Placing a hand softly on the ground, a tree began to grow from a mere sapling. Remi didn't stop pouring magic into the earth until the tree was nearly as tall as he was. With a flickering smile, the alchemist closed his eyes. Rather than bringing a lantern, he created the two he had in mind; or rather, grew them. From the bark of the tree two lanterns appeared like some sort of strange fruit.
Celosia's was elegant but simple, whereas Zero's was eclectic but inticing. The wood twisted into beautiful patterns, and in the bark their names appeared at the top of the lanterns.
Finally, on the other boughs of the tree, Remi created small organic lanterns for all the souls lost or forgotten. He wasn't sure if it was proper or even useful, but stepping back from the little tree of his making, covered in small wooden lanterns that grew like strange soul-bearing fruits, it felt right enough.
Placing a hand softly on the ground, a tree began to grow from a mere sapling. Remi didn't stop pouring magic into the earth until the tree was nearly as tall as he was. With a flickering smile, the alchemist closed his eyes. Rather than bringing a lantern, he created the two he had in mind; or rather, grew them. From the bark of the tree two lanterns appeared like some sort of strange fruit.
Celosia's was elegant but simple, whereas Zero's was eclectic but inticing. The wood twisted into beautiful patterns, and in the bark their names appeared at the top of the lanterns.
Finally, on the other boughs of the tree, Remi created small organic lanterns for all the souls lost or forgotten. He wasn't sure if it was proper or even useful, but stepping back from the little tree of his making, covered in small wooden lanterns that grew like strange soul-bearing fruits, it felt right enough.
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.
