aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
That question made the alchemist pause. Part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, the other wanted to breeze across the distance that separated he from Sam and slit his throat, that the bookmaker might never ask him such an offensive and obvious question again. In fact, Remi did neither. 'A great deal more than I would like. Which is not at all, if you're wondering." He said, rubbing at his forehead and trying to keep his teeth from going pointed with his rising anger.
"Even when I was blind." Remi snarled back. "Our entire relationship was founded on what you needed. Mistakes on my part were met with abuse and cruel words from you, while all of yours were met with understanding and forgiveness." He said in a voice like dusty gravel. "I faced down your god for you, that you might drink tea again, feel the touch of my hand and yes, other things as everyone is so fucking quick to mention." Heat bloomed in Remi's cheeks as he glared at the wall before him, snarling into the dark.
"When it mattered, you left me in the worst way possible. And after that? When I forgave you the worst thing ever done to me? What was I to you then but someone to drag out when you needed help, be it on quests, when someone hurt you, when you and your boyfriend wanted a place to stay." He huffed. "Take is an understatement Sam, but I loved you despite it all and let you. And what did you do then?"
Now, Remi turned his gaze towards Sam. "You screamed the name of my dead child for all the world to hear. You, who had a second chance at being there for me when someone I loved died, made it impossibly worse. And then, as if that wasn't enough, you're with Loren. The only other person to have hurt me like you did, by forgetting me." Oh, it might be petty and unfair for Remi, now happily married, to hold grudges such as the one he was voicing. But life was hardly fair and out of anyone, to see Loren and Sam together hurt worst of all.
"So yes, Sam. You take. And when you do try, it's for all of three fucking seconds before your selfishness gets the best of you and then it's all woe is me and here is a letter."
"Even when I was blind." Remi snarled back. "Our entire relationship was founded on what you needed. Mistakes on my part were met with abuse and cruel words from you, while all of yours were met with understanding and forgiveness." He said in a voice like dusty gravel. "I faced down your god for you, that you might drink tea again, feel the touch of my hand and yes, other things as everyone is so fucking quick to mention." Heat bloomed in Remi's cheeks as he glared at the wall before him, snarling into the dark.
"When it mattered, you left me in the worst way possible. And after that? When I forgave you the worst thing ever done to me? What was I to you then but someone to drag out when you needed help, be it on quests, when someone hurt you, when you and your boyfriend wanted a place to stay." He huffed. "Take is an understatement Sam, but I loved you despite it all and let you. And what did you do then?"
Now, Remi turned his gaze towards Sam. "You screamed the name of my dead child for all the world to hear. You, who had a second chance at being there for me when someone I loved died, made it impossibly worse. And then, as if that wasn't enough, you're with Loren. The only other person to have hurt me like you did, by forgetting me." Oh, it might be petty and unfair for Remi, now happily married, to hold grudges such as the one he was voicing. But life was hardly fair and out of anyone, to see Loren and Sam together hurt worst of all.
"So yes, Sam. You take. And when you do try, it's for all of three fucking seconds before your selfishness gets the best of you and then it's all woe is me and here is a letter."
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.
