the offering

the lullaby

Her comment makes him laugh, making him look younger and boyish for just a moment. "That is not how I go about my work. But then, I suppose if I was lying, that is exactly the sort of thing I might say." Shrugging his shoulders, Remi lets his wings fold against his back where they disappear in a soft hush of feathers. Around him the darkness is banished by illusory images that appear so very real such that he looks as though he's standing in a sunlit glade surrounded by wildflowers. "I bring death, yes, but only to a select few. Those I collect are ones already marked by fate, but of a particularly violent sort." He explains. "I take those who would otherwise meet death horrifically and with a good amount of pain. I come to them early to spare them that." Glancing over his shoulder where motes of dust now dance delicately in the warm golden light, he looks slowly back to Chaele. "They leave surrounded by their favourite memories."

Sharply the illusion disappears as Remi too sees the house, the woman, the pounding of her fists. Narrowing his eyes into the darkness where nothing but a blurred after image remains, the alchemist tries to douse the snarl on his lips without immediate success.

Turning back to the flames and the shaman, the alchemist gives his head a shake. "No. But there is a first time for everything if you would like to try. I can keep the flames low, but...if you are quick enough, you would not be burned anyway."

Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!