sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
For Ianto's sake Remi was glad that the barrier had fallen, but the fox's troubles were far from over. Thoughts of Arduinna and the leather collar around Ianto's next made lines appear across Remi's forehead as he frowned more deeply, humming a note of acknowledgement but nothing more.
As Sam began to answer Remi glanced across, his expression boyish and open, some small reminder of the man he had once been. Eyebrows knitting together at the mention of Jigano and there being much room for improvement (the bard's words? or Sams'?), Remi shook his head, immediately reaching across for Sam's hand, if he'd allow it. "Hey." The alchemist admonished softly, shaking his head once again. "You do not need my approval. I am not..." Opening his mouth to fill in the blank, Remi found himself entirely without words. He was nothing, surely not anyone that Sam should look to for approval, anyways, and it made something inside of his gut twist and turn cold to think Sam thought that he was. "You loved me and I loved you, but...it never quite lined up. I am sorry it did not work out, though I suppose I do know what you mean. Without memories it is hard to feel the way I think that I should about the whole thing."
Running his freehand through his curls, Remi sighed and shook his head gently again. "You always did think that there was something wrong with you...first with being an ascended and now..." Trailing off, Remi gently ran his thumb over one of Sam's fingers, his touch feather light. "But there is nothing about you that needs to be changed. I wish you could believe that."
As Sam began to answer Remi glanced across, his expression boyish and open, some small reminder of the man he had once been. Eyebrows knitting together at the mention of Jigano and there being much room for improvement (the bard's words? or Sams'?), Remi shook his head, immediately reaching across for Sam's hand, if he'd allow it. "Hey." The alchemist admonished softly, shaking his head once again. "You do not need my approval. I am not..." Opening his mouth to fill in the blank, Remi found himself entirely without words. He was nothing, surely not anyone that Sam should look to for approval, anyways, and it made something inside of his gut twist and turn cold to think Sam thought that he was. "You loved me and I loved you, but...it never quite lined up. I am sorry it did not work out, though I suppose I do know what you mean. Without memories it is hard to feel the way I think that I should about the whole thing."
Running his freehand through his curls, Remi sighed and shook his head gently again. "You always did think that there was something wrong with you...first with being an ascended and now..." Trailing off, Remi gently ran his thumb over one of Sam's fingers, his touch feather light. "But there is nothing about you that needs to be changed. I wish you could believe that."
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand
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.
