REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The alchemist's returned gaze was without reproach or animosity. Honestly was a thing well-treasured and often lost between the pair of them, and he'd not malign his husband for voicing how he felt, however monstrous it was to hear. "Well, or if you did manage to die, I'm sure she'd make it a burden on you. Snatching you away and sticking you up in the sky again as punishment for thwarting her many blessings." Remi rolled his eyes a touch before focusing on the hard line of Ronin's jaw.
Were it anyone else, Remi might have barked something spiteful about how the Star sounded like Loren and to stop wallowing. But he knew enough of his partner to know just where this was coming from, and so rather than snapping a response, the alchemist just sat silently for a moment.
"I'm not with you to feel good. You making me feel bad, or however you think you might have let me down...it...doesn't matter." Unsure how to phrase what he was trying to say, Remi merely sighed and looked out towards the dark sea. "I would follow because there's only you, for me. In this place, in this life."
Gods he was so very, very bad with words. Turning towards Ronin properly, Remi reached for one of the hunter's clenched fists to hold it in his. "I love you, Ronin. And my love isn't bound to happiness, to mistakes we make, to the shit Safrin pulls..." Trailing off, Remi's paltry attempt at conveying the enormity of what he felt was supplemented by the attuned bond. A feeling more pure than mere emotion that could be influenced by whatever situation the pair found themselves in. He loved Ronin out of time and with a completeness that even life couldn't break. So yes, he'd follow him into death without question.
Were it anyone else, Remi might have barked something spiteful about how the Star sounded like Loren and to stop wallowing. But he knew enough of his partner to know just where this was coming from, and so rather than snapping a response, the alchemist just sat silently for a moment.
"I'm not with you to feel good. You making me feel bad, or however you think you might have let me down...it...doesn't matter." Unsure how to phrase what he was trying to say, Remi merely sighed and looked out towards the dark sea. "I would follow because there's only you, for me. In this place, in this life."
Gods he was so very, very bad with words. Turning towards Ronin properly, Remi reached for one of the hunter's clenched fists to hold it in his. "I love you, Ronin. And my love isn't bound to happiness, to mistakes we make, to the shit Safrin pulls..." Trailing off, Remi's paltry attempt at conveying the enormity of what he felt was supplemented by the attuned bond. A feeling more pure than mere emotion that could be influenced by whatever situation the pair found themselves in. He loved Ronin out of time and with a completeness that even life couldn't break. So yes, he'd follow him into death without question.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
