he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
"Mmm, it is." Remi hums in soft agreement. It's an understatement if anything. "The first person I ever felt it with was Amalia, right after she left Deimos. And it was...gods, we both nearly drowned, actually." Perhaps that had more to do with the fact that the pair had been fighting on the beach, than Remi's magic, though.
"No, I don't. But then..I suppose I didn't touch people much before, anyway." The older iteration of himself hadn't. Now he was a bit more open, a bit less cautious, but with all the things that had happened to him, the alchemist found it was far more likely that others touched him, than him reaching out for them. Not that it mattered. The magic worked both ways.
"Uhm....I...have no idea. Isn't she usually...not touchable? An illusion, of sorts?" She had been every time he'd seen her, although he supposed just now she'd been quite real. "I don't know. I suppose I'd be able to feel what she felt. Then again, she's probably also powerful enough to veil whatever she wanted to from me." Remi shrugs. "Why do you ask?"
Amalia had not told her housemates about Sam's crimes, which was lucky for the bookmaker, leaving Remi to assume that it had something to do with some sort of breakup or other. "I just need some breathing room, I think." Remi replies with a soft shrug, not knowing the words to express the torrent of anxiety and adrenaline that sat knotted in his stomach. 'And I like to travel.' He adds.
"No? If anything he hasn't changed, from all that Amalia has told me. Unlike Ludo, I think Vi would much rather she do the right and good things in life, even if it means dying in the process."
"No, I don't. But then..I suppose I didn't touch people much before, anyway." The older iteration of himself hadn't. Now he was a bit more open, a bit less cautious, but with all the things that had happened to him, the alchemist found it was far more likely that others touched him, than him reaching out for them. Not that it mattered. The magic worked both ways.
"Uhm....I...have no idea. Isn't she usually...not touchable? An illusion, of sorts?" She had been every time he'd seen her, although he supposed just now she'd been quite real. "I don't know. I suppose I'd be able to feel what she felt. Then again, she's probably also powerful enough to veil whatever she wanted to from me." Remi shrugs. "Why do you ask?"
Amalia had not told her housemates about Sam's crimes, which was lucky for the bookmaker, leaving Remi to assume that it had something to do with some sort of breakup or other. "I just need some breathing room, I think." Remi replies with a soft shrug, not knowing the words to express the torrent of anxiety and adrenaline that sat knotted in his stomach. 'And I like to travel.' He adds.
"No? If anything he hasn't changed, from all that Amalia has told me. Unlike Ludo, I think Vi would much rather she do the right and good things in life, even if it means dying in the process."
THE LULLABY
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
