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REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

She can pluck them, if she wants. They will make a sound like an apple being pulled from a tree, weightless and shimmering in her hands. Chuckling almost bashfully, Remi runs a hands through his curls. "When Ronin and I first started dreaming together, it was a lot of this." He gestures to the strange quality of the world. "And then we began to live out things we could not experience together at the time, like sitting around a fire, or ice skating."

On the beach, a boy with dark curls and eyes as blue as the ocean turns and waves merrily before returning to the sandcastle he's constructing. 'I did not either. It probably should not be possible, really, but...at the time when Ronin and I were apart, I built a life in here that I did not want to leave. I think Ludo knew that without a reason to wake up, I would stay here forever." Remi explains in a distant, almost melancholy tone.

'He is called Mateo. Mateo Isla Taliesin." Remi's accent hugs the words, giving them far more curves and melody than they possess on their own. "And...well. Age is a funny thing here I have noticed." He replies with a shrug. "But he seems about five or so, now."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!