it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home
"Only a Launceleyn would use death like that." Remi said in a disdainful tone as Loren cleaned himself up as if nothing had happened. And it hadn't, had it? Loren was never going to do it. It was all just one big show, a way to lash out at a world that, all things considered, hadn't treated Loren that unfairly at all.
But the Launceleyns always had been an entitled bunch.
Whatever respect held by tenuous threads of love Remi had managed to save over these long months with Loren were finally severed. 'We're done, Loren.' The alchemist called after the summoner's retreating form, looking at the remnants of blood on the ground and shaking his head.
~FIN
But the Launceleyns always had been an entitled bunch.
Whatever respect held by tenuous threads of love Remi had managed to save over these long months with Loren were finally severed. 'We're done, Loren.' The alchemist called after the summoner's retreating form, looking at the remnants of blood on the ground and shaking his head.
~FIN
i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars
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.
