sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
“Oh I see. Just a fancy way of saying if I startle you and you hurt me, it is just my own fault.” Remi rephrased, rolling his eyes. “Yes, yes. Consider me warned. “ Though the plumpness in his cheeks suggested that he’d likely not be taking that warning under advisement anytime soon. The alchemist had a playful streak not entirely present in Northaven given all the oppression. What Remi didn’t know was whether or not Loren simply didn’t like it, or if it was just new. Either way though, in the interest of being who he was, Remi simply carried on.
“Well, with that attitude it certainly will be. Though...was it ever not awkward?” Remi asked, glancing side-long at the summoner without trying to make the question sound too weighty. It wasn’t, and Remi wasn’t necessarily looking to dive into their past. He just...maybe he was asking for more than he was entitled to.
“Come now Loren, it was not that bad.” Remi was a dad now after all. He was allowed to make dad-jokes. Appreciating that Loren seemed willing enough to care, the alchemist merely smiled humbly. “I do not know if it is possible. I guess...I hope at least one day I know enough about you to know where your lines are. I keep inadvertantly crossing them, I think.” Or intentionally as the case might be. But that didn’t need to be said; they’d both said enough about that.
Stepping back with raised brows as Loren started. Remi watched with softly amused eyes as the summonerhacked carved into the meat. Biting down on his lower lip so as not to say anything, the predator within the alchemist snarled silently while the man looked on with quiet amusement.
“Well, with that attitude it certainly will be. Though...was it ever not awkward?” Remi asked, glancing side-long at the summoner without trying to make the question sound too weighty. It wasn’t, and Remi wasn’t necessarily looking to dive into their past. He just...maybe he was asking for more than he was entitled to.
“Come now Loren, it was not that bad.” Remi was a dad now after all. He was allowed to make dad-jokes. Appreciating that Loren seemed willing enough to care, the alchemist merely smiled humbly. “I do not know if it is possible. I guess...I hope at least one day I know enough about you to know where your lines are. I keep inadvertantly crossing them, I think.” Or intentionally as the case might be. But that didn’t need to be said; they’d both said enough about that.
Stepping back with raised brows as Loren started. Remi watched with softly amused eyes as the summoner
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.
