sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Oh, Remi understood. But when it came down to it given all they'd discussed, he wasn't so sure Loren's was the best magic to be coursing through everyone's veins. Why not his earth magic, to shield them away in a mound of stone of it came to it? Why not fire, given how they knew it repelled them? Why was it up to Loren to protect everyone, and to disregard the efforts of the rest of them in wanting to do the same? The memory snow had fluffed back up the place where the amulet had fallen, but it wasn't as if Remi would have to look particularly far to point out where his own efforts had been rebuked.
'You know what?" Remi's accent was all the thicker for his upset and no longer did he try and prevent his feathers from curling throughout his hair. "You are right to want to find yourself, to say what is on your mind with as much brute honesty as your heart desires, to be cruel even when it is not warranted if that is what you want. But look at yourself, Loren." He implored, his cheeks reddening now as if having just been slapped. "Why would you think I would tell you anything about how I feel?" Indeed, with Loren's arms tightly crossed, lips thin, eyes narrowed and hard, he was the perfect picture of someone not to be trusted, of someone who wouldn't be kind, or gentle. Still, this last sentiment was said softly and brokenly. He would always love Loren, but the man before him was not someone he liked at all. He was callous and cold, he wounded both intentionally and ignorantly and seemed to care very little either way. If Loren couldn't understand why Remi of all people would loathe the thought of the ascended biting him, knowing all it entailed, then there was absolutely no reason for Remi to explain it. Surely Loren would just laugh at him, as he had done moments ago.
"Be well, during LongNight, Loren." Remi said, hating the tremble in his words, his lips, and fingertips but not having the strength to fight it anymore. He was exhausted, freezing, and broken. There was nothing left to say, and he was sure anything that he did would be twisted all the more. And so he turned to leave, back into the blinding snow that somehow seemed warmer than the summoner's doorstep.
'You know what?" Remi's accent was all the thicker for his upset and no longer did he try and prevent his feathers from curling throughout his hair. "You are right to want to find yourself, to say what is on your mind with as much brute honesty as your heart desires, to be cruel even when it is not warranted if that is what you want. But look at yourself, Loren." He implored, his cheeks reddening now as if having just been slapped. "Why would you think I would tell you anything about how I feel?" Indeed, with Loren's arms tightly crossed, lips thin, eyes narrowed and hard, he was the perfect picture of someone not to be trusted, of someone who wouldn't be kind, or gentle. Still, this last sentiment was said softly and brokenly. He would always love Loren, but the man before him was not someone he liked at all. He was callous and cold, he wounded both intentionally and ignorantly and seemed to care very little either way. If Loren couldn't understand why Remi of all people would loathe the thought of the ascended biting him, knowing all it entailed, then there was absolutely no reason for Remi to explain it. Surely Loren would just laugh at him, as he had done moments ago.
"Be well, during LongNight, Loren." Remi said, hating the tremble in his words, his lips, and fingertips but not having the strength to fight it anymore. He was exhausted, freezing, and broken. There was nothing left to say, and he was sure anything that he did would be twisted all the more. And so he turned to leave, back into the blinding snow that somehow seemed warmer than the summoner's doorstep.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
