REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
It's me. The words stopped the alchemist's sketching fingers, his heart skipping a beat and then thudding out an unhappy rhythm. Vaguely his lashes fluttered as he stared without seeing for a moment, before looking up. How unfair those words were: it's me. The level of familiarity they suggested was so at odds with everything the Launceleyn had done when last the pair were together. The hours leading up to the pit and then the days within had been an unfair scraping of a soul and heart already reduced to a pulpy mess. Remi had told the summoner what was on his mind, how degraded his every thought had become and then after promising to be there, to be a friend and to try, after one fleeting moment of rare honesty, the Launceleyn had pushed the alchemist away even farther than he'd been to start.
What Remi didn't know, was why. Why Loren deigned to care, or profess that he did, only to snatch it all away leaving wounds far deeper than the ones Remi had started with?
"Back here." The alchemist called back, just as softly though with none of the careful control of tone that Loren imposed.
What Remi didn't know, was why. Why Loren deigned to care, or profess that he did, only to snatch it all away leaving wounds far deeper than the ones Remi had started with?
"Back here." The alchemist called back, just as softly though with none of the careful control of tone that Loren imposed.
did it bend or did I break?
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.
