petals to soak in

The alchemist's gaze turned from playful to shocked, as he blinked with a confused sort of half-gasp. "My—" preferences? He started to say, but the words dissolved heavily on his tongue, which was perhaps for the best, because of what she had to say next. "Because of what Frey did to me?" Remi repeated, lashes fluttering as he tried to reconcile what she was saying. "I...yes, the parchment and quills. And it was because of what Frey had done to you, but what did it have to do with me?" He asked again, before shaking his head slightly with a sigh. It was impossible to know what the reach of his lost memories would be, how many relationships it would touch. It was perhaps naive of the alchemist to think that forgetting a few men from his past wouldn't have serious ripples in his here-and-now, and nearly every conversation was proving to him just how wrong-headed that line of thinking had been. "Ludo took...memories from me. Memories of those I knew in my past. It does not feel as though there are holes in what I know now, but there are. This...apparently is one." He added, almost apologetically. "What I remember is that you went to see Frey and that they did this to you. But ... how was it to do with me?" Remi's cheeks flushed slightly as his mind tried to fill in the answers. There was no real reason for Rexanna to know about his preferences, unless... Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better