REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Whatever feelings the alchemist has about expecting that Varus will be present during this re-build, he does his best to keep carefully schooled from his face. It won’t help anyone, nor will it change anything for Remi to stiffen or wince or look away during certain moments, and so he simply vows to see through everything he can’t yet see on its own.
It’s hard to arrive silently with wings so large, but Remi does what he can. Still, as one of the few non-ascended in the grounds—and a demigod at that—rarely does he go unnoticed. “Hey.” He offers kindly to the silhouette he knows so well. Folding his wings against his back until they meld into his skin, he offers Isla a warm smile that reaches his eyes, but not his bones.
It’s hard to arrive silently with wings so large, but Remi does what he can. Still, as one of the few non-ascended in the grounds—and a demigod at that—rarely does he go unnoticed. “Hey.” He offers kindly to the silhouette he knows so well. Folding his wings against his back until they meld into his skin, he offers Isla a warm smile that reaches his eyes, but not his bones.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
