REMI
"It did." The alchemist retorts, though there's nothing defensive about his tone. "Just like Ronin's friendship with him mattered." He adds, the throb of pain in his jaw like some sort of rhythm his words are meant to align with. "It's why none of it was real. It was a dream." Why did no one seem to understand that? Genuinely, the alchemist still couldn't understand. "It could have been real, but it wasn't." That was their friendship. That was the pause of consideration they all kept demanding.
Remi watches and waits, still not bothering to wipe away the blood from his lip, and as much as he wants to mirror Nate's posture and run his fingers through his hair, he forces himself to simply remain as he is.
Strong as he is, the alchemist still needs to breathe of course, and so as his airway is constricted the first signs of Remi's true strength bleed through as his body fights this submissiveness that it hasn't known for years. Reaching up to wrap his fingers around the wrist against his throat, Remi leans into the pressure. Close as they are, anyone walking by might think the pair are doing something entirely opposite to what's in fact transpiring. "Threats don't work well on me anymore." The alchemist replies in a measured tone, gazing into Nate's eyes for what is probably the last time. 'And not just because of the immortality.' Remi had spent most of his life being pushed around; after Aoife's death, that stopped being the case.
And so with his fingers around Nate's wrist, Remi reciprocates all the emotions he's received thus far from the ascended. In return, Nate will feel Remi's confusion and frustration of having not actually hurt Sunjata. His (perhaps misguided) but genuine dedication to his family. And of course, the bone-deep knowledge that he'd do it all again if he had to.
With hardly any air in his lungs, Remi has to forcefully sip in a breath as he stifles a snarl. "No one else has the ability to prove his innocence." The alchemist rasps through bloody lips. "One bad dream was surely worth that." For Sunjata and Vai's sake.
Remi watches and waits, still not bothering to wipe away the blood from his lip, and as much as he wants to mirror Nate's posture and run his fingers through his hair, he forces himself to simply remain as he is.
Strong as he is, the alchemist still needs to breathe of course, and so as his airway is constricted the first signs of Remi's true strength bleed through as his body fights this submissiveness that it hasn't known for years. Reaching up to wrap his fingers around the wrist against his throat, Remi leans into the pressure. Close as they are, anyone walking by might think the pair are doing something entirely opposite to what's in fact transpiring. "Threats don't work well on me anymore." The alchemist replies in a measured tone, gazing into Nate's eyes for what is probably the last time. 'And not just because of the immortality.' Remi had spent most of his life being pushed around; after Aoife's death, that stopped being the case.
And so with his fingers around Nate's wrist, Remi reciprocates all the emotions he's received thus far from the ascended. In return, Nate will feel Remi's confusion and frustration of having not actually hurt Sunjata. His (perhaps misguided) but genuine dedication to his family. And of course, the bone-deep knowledge that he'd do it all again if he had to.
With hardly any air in his lungs, Remi has to forcefully sip in a breath as he stifles a snarl. "No one else has the ability to prove his innocence." The alchemist rasps through bloody lips. "One bad dream was surely worth that." For Sunjata and Vai's sake.
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
