you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi's eyes lowered slightly, focusing intently on some errand bit of sand attached to the bottom of Ronin's shirt. He felt the overwhelming need to brush it away, or to add more, or perhaps plan their dinner. Anything but the conversation they were having. The scrunch of Remi's nose as if he was about to sneeze said as much.
"Did you give her reasons to think so?" Remi asked quietly. That Ronin thought it was a dream made this entire thing confusing of course, but then again...that was the thing about dreams: they seem real at the time. And if Ronin did think it real while it was happening, then...?
"No of course not. But then, I did say you could...find what you needed in others, and I did mean that. The only thing I asked was that you not love them." Unhappy feathers flourished in his curls. "But it's Safrin, and she was from before and.." Helplessly, Remi shrugged his shoulders before offering Ronin a sad smile. "I don't know what to think, Ronin." He admitted, trying on a smile before quickly letting it fall away.
"Did you give her reasons to think so?" Remi asked quietly. That Ronin thought it was a dream made this entire thing confusing of course, but then again...that was the thing about dreams: they seem real at the time. And if Ronin did think it real while it was happening, then...?
"No of course not. But then, I did say you could...find what you needed in others, and I did mean that. The only thing I asked was that you not love them." Unhappy feathers flourished in his curls. "But it's Safrin, and she was from before and.." Helplessly, Remi shrugged his shoulders before offering Ronin a sad smile. "I don't know what to think, Ronin." He admitted, trying on a smile before quickly letting it fall away.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
