i've got a river for a soul
Sunlight streams through the windows into their little kitchen painting it in happy sunlit tones that the alchemist tries to block out by pressing his fingertips to his eyes. Having changed into only sweatpants, he waits by the kettle for the water to boil, muttering under his breath. "I just...it is like I do not have the right words for what I am feeling." He admits eventually, letting his hands flop toward his sides before reconsidering and folding them across his chest instead.
"It...it feels like a loss, but every time I try to describe it, it feels like I am just whining because I cannot have sex with her anymore. And that isn't it." It was, partially, but that didn't encompass it properly. "And now I just feel like an asshole for being upset, but...at least when most relationships end you sort of have an idea it is coming. This was just..." Remi makes a gesture like a rug being pulled before his palms press against the counter and his fingertips fidget against the ledge.
"It...it feels like a loss, but every time I try to describe it, it feels like I am just whining because I cannot have sex with her anymore. And that isn't it." It was, partially, but that didn't encompass it properly. "And now I just feel like an asshole for being upset, but...at least when most relationships end you sort of have an idea it is coming. This was just..." Remi makes a gesture like a rug being pulled before his palms press against the counter and his fingertips fidget against the ledge.
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.
