i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
He's forgotten everything Ludo had asked of him, and so when the dark-eyed child appears, pale feet standing upon the waves, Remi's grip on Amalia instinctively tightens. Thus far the herald has never asked him to kill anyone whom he's intimately been connected with. And now, feeling Amalia start to catch her breath, he feels himself lose his.
His line in the sand had been Ronin. Anything else was fair game, but for the Star, Remi would forgo his very life. Now, the other lines in the sand he'd been desperately wiping away, the other tethers on his heart, were appearing just the same.
But while Ludo doesn't ask him to kill her, it forces the Alchemist to endure something almost as difficult. Cradled in his arms as she is, this new gift sparks feelings inside of him the likes of which he's never known. Anxiety like thick purple chords that threaten to choke him and bind his arms, slither darkly through him. Fear and resentment and worst of all, the desperate sort of keening for a different life, a clean break somewhere far, far away, all bloom in the back of his mind, rooting into his spine all the way down to his toes.
His lips part, moaning his anguish. Remi's forehead tilts forward against Amalia's shoulder, tear-filled eyes pressing shut as he rides the waves of all that is carefully contained within the Shield. "Amalia—" He whispers against her, ignoring her hair and the sand that cover his lips as he fights his way back to the surface of this infinite sea. "—I—"
His arms tremble slightly, but he doesn't let her go.
"I...feel you." He whispers, exhaling a shuddery breath. "I feel...I feel it all." He adds, shocked, wounded, understanding.
His line in the sand had been Ronin. Anything else was fair game, but for the Star, Remi would forgo his very life. Now, the other lines in the sand he'd been desperately wiping away, the other tethers on his heart, were appearing just the same.
But while Ludo doesn't ask him to kill her, it forces the Alchemist to endure something almost as difficult. Cradled in his arms as she is, this new gift sparks feelings inside of him the likes of which he's never known. Anxiety like thick purple chords that threaten to choke him and bind his arms, slither darkly through him. Fear and resentment and worst of all, the desperate sort of keening for a different life, a clean break somewhere far, far away, all bloom in the back of his mind, rooting into his spine all the way down to his toes.
His lips part, moaning his anguish. Remi's forehead tilts forward against Amalia's shoulder, tear-filled eyes pressing shut as he rides the waves of all that is carefully contained within the Shield. "Amalia—" He whispers against her, ignoring her hair and the sand that cover his lips as he fights his way back to the surface of this infinite sea. "—I—"
His arms tremble slightly, but he doesn't let her go.
"I...feel you." He whispers, exhaling a shuddery breath. "I feel...I feel it all." He adds, shocked, wounded, understanding.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
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.
