aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Remi had gotten quite good at doing all the things that most didn't expect from him. That wasn't to say it was a good thing; in fact, it normally went wrong for him. But so it was that he continued to pick at a thread with dexterous fingers and an uncertain mind about the why's of it all.
Not understanding Sam, though how much of a surprise was that, Remi nodded softly as his eyebrows moved in a million soft gestures as thoughts sparked in his mind. Closing his eyes and running a rough hand over them, Remi sighed as softly as he could, not wanting to sound exasperated.
Letting his hand fall back to the arm of the chair, Remi surveyed the ceiling with stormy eyes for a moment, before looking back to Sam. "The last time I had a conversation even marginally like this...it was with Loren." Colour flushed his cheeks, but it was a shade or several darker than the Alchemist's normal adorable colour. Knowing that Loren and Sam had been intimate made the situation all the more awkward and uncomfortable. "We...couldn't get passed the past. We thought we could care for one another and...just carry on like normal." Sam had heard bits of what had happened from Remi, and probably bits from Loren as well.
"As I'm sure you know, it didn't work out well. And Ianto..." Gods, how close he'd been to running away with the fox. How close he'd been to loving him. "...we can't even really talk now." Swallowing and looking to Sam, Remi offered a rather dismal shrug. "The common thread in all of this is me, so..."
..so I wouldn't, if I were you. I'd stop caring, right now.
Not understanding Sam, though how much of a surprise was that, Remi nodded softly as his eyebrows moved in a million soft gestures as thoughts sparked in his mind. Closing his eyes and running a rough hand over them, Remi sighed as softly as he could, not wanting to sound exasperated.
Letting his hand fall back to the arm of the chair, Remi surveyed the ceiling with stormy eyes for a moment, before looking back to Sam. "The last time I had a conversation even marginally like this...it was with Loren." Colour flushed his cheeks, but it was a shade or several darker than the Alchemist's normal adorable colour. Knowing that Loren and Sam had been intimate made the situation all the more awkward and uncomfortable. "We...couldn't get passed the past. We thought we could care for one another and...just carry on like normal." Sam had heard bits of what had happened from Remi, and probably bits from Loren as well.
"As I'm sure you know, it didn't work out well. And Ianto..." Gods, how close he'd been to running away with the fox. How close he'd been to loving him. "...we can't even really talk now." Swallowing and looking to Sam, Remi offered a rather dismal shrug. "The common thread in all of this is me, so..."
..so I wouldn't, if I were you. I'd stop caring, right now.
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.
