REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
'They would have, yes.' Remi agrees with a dark laugh. "Surely you would have noticed when you came through too. Someone would have." But if they couldn't pin this on the Launceleyns, then who?
With his arms folded and his face coloured by the crimson flames still burning brightly—the Temple was in no danger, and with so many ascended, it was easier to let it burn itself out—Remi considers all that's recently happened. Why couldn't he see Isla? What had she thought when he had seemingly ignored her? And worse, what did seeing him as he truly was, mean for them?
Wrapping both an arm and a wing around her as they walk back to her home, Remi considers. "It would probably be easy enough for someone like the Voice." Once upon a time it would have been easy enough for him as well, and the thought makes his stomach turn. "Either some sort of glass you could look through, or showed anyone nearby, or...a warning if windows or doors are opened." They had never lied to one another, and so Remi wasn't about to start now, however uncomfortable it made him feel to consider the ways in which someone might hurt her. "Though if someone were to throw something flammable into your home...the few seconds of warning might not be enough."
Gods how he wished she could just always have the means to fly, or to shift.
With his arms folded and his face coloured by the crimson flames still burning brightly—the Temple was in no danger, and with so many ascended, it was easier to let it burn itself out—Remi considers all that's recently happened. Why couldn't he see Isla? What had she thought when he had seemingly ignored her? And worse, what did seeing him as he truly was, mean for them?
Wrapping both an arm and a wing around her as they walk back to her home, Remi considers. "It would probably be easy enough for someone like the Voice." Once upon a time it would have been easy enough for him as well, and the thought makes his stomach turn. "Either some sort of glass you could look through, or showed anyone nearby, or...a warning if windows or doors are opened." They had never lied to one another, and so Remi wasn't about to start now, however uncomfortable it made him feel to consider the ways in which someone might hurt her. "Though if someone were to throw something flammable into your home...the few seconds of warning might not be enough."
Gods how he wished she could just always have the means to fly, or to shift.
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
