For better or worse, Ianto had almost always just let the alchemist be. When he'd lost his memories, when he'd fucked up, when he wanted to let himself fall into a pit of despair, when he wanted to run away from the world, the fox was always there with a golden smile and a willingness to take it all in stride. It probably wasn't what Remi actually needed, but dammit if it wasn't what he wanted. Especially now that things with Ronin had seemingly hit a crucial point nearing no return, the fox's easy friendship was a balm to his frayed nerves.
"If these are Vi's roses, why do we need to pray to Rae?" The alchemist had wondered to his friend as they returned to the shrine, their tasks complete. The answer the fox had given wasn't entirely satisfactory, but then again, nothing about this process was. Mortal minds, mysterious ways, and all that.
Instead of moving towards the shrine proper, the alchemist all but sank immediately to his knees, his eyes falling shut as he pressed his hands deep into the dirt. As he did life bloomed (literally) around him. Vines, clovers, plants and flowers of every shape and size. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the magic that he let flow out of him; it was merely an outpouring of life, of gratitude and confusion, of all the wordless emotions that the alchemist couldn't give voice to but that he keenly felt. Besides, why offer the god of nature words when he could offer something much closer to home.
A handful of flowers came alive then, imbued with his new magic. They crawled into his curls raising tiny hands made of leaves to the Deepfrost sun.
Please. The alchemist silently prayed, his eyelashes still tightly closed against the tears that threatened to part them in a stream. Please let it be enough. I would give everything I am for him. For them. Please, let it be enough. So praying yet more magic raced out of his dirt-drenched fingers until the entire shrine was like some strange secret garden, completing un-bothered by the chill in the air or the frozen ground.
NON-BLIGHTED CHARACTERS:
Post in {SWE} Deliverance and collect three of Vi's Roses (do not pluck them, you must have roots and all!)
-- Above
Complete three threads planting the roses: one must be at Mathair, one must be at the Spire and one may be in a place of your choice!
Mathair: touch me and you'll never be alone, Spire: {PQ} hope as fragile as a rose, Guildhall: closest to home
Try to convince a blighted individual to prick their finger on one of Vi's Roses - you don't have to be successful.
Ronin: Beneath the trees where nobody sees
Once all of the above is complete return to the Deliverance thread (yes, post a second time) and pray to Rae.
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"If these are Vi's roses, why do we need to pray to Rae?" The alchemist had wondered to his friend as they returned to the shrine, their tasks complete. The answer the fox had given wasn't entirely satisfactory, but then again, nothing about this process was. Mortal minds, mysterious ways, and all that.
Instead of moving towards the shrine proper, the alchemist all but sank immediately to his knees, his eyes falling shut as he pressed his hands deep into the dirt. As he did life bloomed (literally) around him. Vines, clovers, plants and flowers of every shape and size. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the magic that he let flow out of him; it was merely an outpouring of life, of gratitude and confusion, of all the wordless emotions that the alchemist couldn't give voice to but that he keenly felt. Besides, why offer the god of nature words when he could offer something much closer to home.
A handful of flowers came alive then, imbued with his new magic. They crawled into his curls raising tiny hands made of leaves to the Deepfrost sun.
Please. The alchemist silently prayed, his eyelashes still tightly closed against the tears that threatened to part them in a stream. Please let it be enough. I would give everything I am for him. For them. Please, let it be enough. So praying yet more magic raced out of his dirt-drenched fingers until the entire shrine was like some strange secret garden, completing un-bothered by the chill in the air or the frozen ground.
NON-BLIGHTED CHARACTERS:
Post in {SWE} Deliverance and collect three of Vi's Roses (do not pluck them, you must have roots and all!)
-- Above
Complete three threads planting the roses: one must be at Mathair, one must be at the Spire and one may be in a place of your choice!
Mathair: touch me and you'll never be alone, Spire: {PQ} hope as fragile as a rose, Guildhall: closest to home
Try to convince a blighted individual to prick their finger on one of Vi's Roses - you don't have to be successful.
Ronin: Beneath the trees where nobody sees
Once all of the above is complete return to the Deliverance thread (yes, post a second time) and pray to Rae.
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I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
