Another day, I sentence myself to my room. My room, so white and pristine it feels sharply sterile. Sharp and sterile as myself. I have the world at my beck and call, for I have all the world's riches, or even the riches of a hundred worlds. If I so much as snapped my fingers, I could have the finest luxury goods the world had ever seen. My wealth knows no bounds.
Yet, the age-old adage "money doesn't buy happiness" has never held truer. Although all my life, I have been as spoiled as a show dog, I feel like nothing more than a show dog; a pet that's kept around to look pretty and maybe pull in a few more guests for Mother and Father's extravagant house parties. Parties where the adults make giddy small talk, and my parents (mistaking my name again. Is Remy so hard to remember?) love to brag about all kinds of wonderful accomplishments I have done, that I have actually never done.
These are the only times when I, the Buxaplenty kid as I am otherwise known, is seen and maybe glanced at. As much as I hate small talk from adults in my general direction, such conversations usually end with whomever my parents were entertaining paying me a visit to pat my head. Just like a prized pedigree poodle.
This is about all the human contact I get. After these lovely gatherings, my parents and I go our separate ways and almost never see each other. I don't know what they do, but me, I go to my room. My cold room, filled with the finest French furnitures and chilled to the exact temperature to keep them looking fresh. Although I live like a king, I do not feel like a king.
I feel as empty, blank, sterile, and desolate as my room.
My white cell, caging me like a prized purebred.
A/N: Oh wow. My first Remy-centered fic, and the second one on the site (the first one, "Rose Gold," is an abolustely wonderful read, and one of the only fics I'm still very actively keeping tabs on), which I feel is insufficient because Remy is a really good character. I might be biased, though, because I've always loved him as my favorite.
This fic takes place before Remy gets a fairy. Originally, I was going to work in Remy obtaining Juandissimo at the end of the fic, but I cut it because: a) I couldn't work it in after all, b) I thought it would be too much of a mood-shift from the rest of the fic, and c) If I did include it, I wouldn't know how to end it. Maybe I'll do a retake on this fic though, or a sequel of sorts?