[The instant resistance to his pull made Remy about to let go of the lamp, at least until the room changed around him.
Turning to gaze at the world changing around him, he raised a hand above his eyes, shielding at he looked up at the sky and felt.. it felt off. The lack of wind, the lack of heat from the sun, it was... it was perfect and he felt a pull to step out among the grass and move across the earth, yet those lack of sensations upon him kept him still. It felt like being homesick and seeing a picture of home, a want to be there but unable to reach out and take it.
Yet those emotions all subsided as quickly as the appeared, dominated by that unshakable control, an almost meditative stance that encircled his mind and sat lightly upon it. It was so opposite to what he felt, the energy, the flare of his powers, of his recent need for control, of dominance over them. This, this felt more hand in hand, no fighting but a unified purpose.
As his hand fell from the lamp and the world that he could had so easily stepped into and accepted faded, he let out a long breath and had to steady himself as he found himself back in the room. That... that was something, and Remy had to make himself take a step away from the lamp and keep moving, wanting to just reach out for it again.] Mon Dieu... [Another lingering look at that lamp before Remy pushed himself away from it, trying to push it from his mind, at least until after he had checked out the rest of the room.
Passing the checkerboard he moved one of black pieces forward, leaving it to explore the mantle, having missed the shadow of the crucifix for now. Instead he reached out a finger, strumming it down the strings of the guitar before looking at his own scattered reflection in the mirror.]
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Turning to gaze at the world changing around him, he raised a hand above his eyes, shielding at he looked up at the sky and felt.. it felt off. The lack of wind, the lack of heat from the sun, it was... it was perfect and he felt a pull to step out among the grass and move across the earth, yet those lack of sensations upon him kept him still. It felt like being homesick and seeing a picture of home, a want to be there but unable to reach out and take it.
Yet those emotions all subsided as quickly as the appeared, dominated by that unshakable control, an almost meditative stance that encircled his mind and sat lightly upon it. It was so opposite to what he felt, the energy, the flare of his powers, of his recent need for control, of dominance over them. This, this felt more hand in hand, no fighting but a unified purpose.
As his hand fell from the lamp and the world that he could had so easily stepped into and accepted faded, he let out a long breath and had to steady himself as he found himself back in the room. That... that was something, and Remy had to make himself take a step away from the lamp and keep moving, wanting to just reach out for it again.] Mon Dieu... [Another lingering look at that lamp before Remy pushed himself away from it, trying to push it from his mind, at least until after he had checked out the rest of the room.
Passing the checkerboard he moved one of black pieces forward, leaving it to explore the mantle, having missed the shadow of the crucifix for now. Instead he reached out a finger, strumming it down the strings of the guitar before looking at his own scattered reflection in the mirror.]