that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Uncomfortable, awkward, and unwelcome didn't even begin to describe what it was the alchemist felt as he made his way towards the temple. He'd told Loren explicitly he'd leave him alone, and Remi had every intention of adhering to that. Only...only he wouldn't be at the Temple for LongNight apparently, and though Remi didn't like to think of things in precisely these terms, the vow he made to Ludo superseded the one he made to Loren. And so, with eyes humbly lowered and his expression suitably cowed, Remi made his way towards the temple and the Launceleyn waiting at the doors.
"Hey Oliver." He said with a warm smile. "Nice jacket." With a laugh that wasn't quite as warm as it normally was, Remi shot a look towards Sunjata, offering his new-fellow-attuned a crooked smile.
"I...just came to help." Remi added in a low voice, not looking at Loren, but instead keeping his eyes somewhere near the summoner's shoes. The flush of contrition across his cheeks was partially hidden by the chill in the air already colouring his skin, but only just. "I can go, if you like." He added as feathers sprouted in his curls.
"Hey Oliver." He said with a warm smile. "Nice jacket." With a laugh that wasn't quite as warm as it normally was, Remi shot a look towards Sunjata, offering his new-fellow-attuned a crooked smile.
"I...just came to help." Remi added in a low voice, not looking at Loren, but instead keeping his eyes somewhere near the summoner's shoes. The flush of contrition across his cheeks was partially hidden by the chill in the air already colouring his skin, but only just. "I can go, if you like." He added as feathers sprouted in his curls.
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.
