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.
Remi's expression softens with this information, as he looks around their surroundings anew. Born here? He isn't sure what he imagined Hotaru's formative years to be life, but this wonderful simplicity seems unexpected. 'Aptly named.' Chuckling, he comes at her beckon, sea-glass eyes still wandering around this world so full of detail and memory.
Before he even reaches the treed, he can feel its importance, if only because of how elaborately created it is. The bark is perfectly rendered, the smells and colours rich and sincere. Even in dreams, most cannot conjure strong resemblances to the world of their past (or even present). Human minds simply do not retain those sorts of small details without reason. "A beautiful testament." Remi hums softly, reaching out to place a hand against the twisted trunk. "Though I am sorry you have it, and not them." He adds with a flash of a frown.
Her question tugs Remi's down further, though there is a smile hidden in his frown as he takes a breath. "Much as I would like to think so...no." He replies honestly, but sadly. "Wonderful as this is...it is just a pretty lie, to hide what it is I am normally called to do." Running a hand through his curls and looking suddenly self-conscious, Remi closes his eyes against the sunlight on his face for just a moment before continuing. "Were you one I was sent to kill by Ludo...at my touch, you would have fallen asleep, just as you did. But I would have poisoned you, before joining you here. You would slowly die in your fondest memory without ever knowing what happened." Strong as he is, the words clearly are a weight that Remi struggles to bear. "I can create illusions while awake too, to approximate memories if I cannot be left vulnerable and asleep." He adds with a soft shrug.
Before he even reaches the treed, he can feel its importance, if only because of how elaborately created it is. The bark is perfectly rendered, the smells and colours rich and sincere. Even in dreams, most cannot conjure strong resemblances to the world of their past (or even present). Human minds simply do not retain those sorts of small details without reason. "A beautiful testament." Remi hums softly, reaching out to place a hand against the twisted trunk. "Though I am sorry you have it, and not them." He adds with a flash of a frown.
Her question tugs Remi's down further, though there is a smile hidden in his frown as he takes a breath. "Much as I would like to think so...no." He replies honestly, but sadly. "Wonderful as this is...it is just a pretty lie, to hide what it is I am normally called to do." Running a hand through his curls and looking suddenly self-conscious, Remi closes his eyes against the sunlight on his face for just a moment before continuing. "Were you one I was sent to kill by Ludo...at my touch, you would have fallen asleep, just as you did. But I would have poisoned you, before joining you here. You would slowly die in your fondest memory without ever knowing what happened." Strong as he is, the words clearly are a weight that Remi struggles to bear. "I can create illusions while awake too, to approximate memories if I cannot be left vulnerable and asleep." He adds with a soft shrug.
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.
