and my heart ran away with me
"Mmmm, yeah. Maeve." He repeats, not surprised that he hadn't mentioned her by name. It wasn't her name they'd been speaking about when Remi had brought her up before. "Oh? What a subtle way of saying you have met her." Remi says with a playful roll of his eyes.
"Ah, right. Of course." Her words are dull with a logic that seems far away. Of course. LongNight. It's why Isla had been upset and how she'd ended up kissing him for the first time. It was why Gideon had wanted to destroy the shrine. It made sense, once it was pointed out to him.
"No, that it was me to begin with." Which, of all the things Nate had, did, and would hate Remi for, this was probably the most reasonable. Following behind Isla though not for fear of being blown over the cliffs, Remi shoves his hands in his pockets before pain forced them back out again. Smiling weakly at the back of her head, Remi looks down at his hands, fighting off the urge to pick at the blistering skin. "I do not want to argue about it." He says quietly and sadly. All told the ascended had done more damage than the Order, in Remi's opinion. But nothing he said was going to change the fact that yes, they were certainly more focused on their goals, and that yes, the looming war was a terrible thing to consider. "But I do not want to go to war either." They would though, and they both knew it. Worse still, they'd be on opposite sides such that the destruction of a shrine or a hospital would likely be the least of their concerns.
"Ah, right. Of course." Her words are dull with a logic that seems far away. Of course. LongNight. It's why Isla had been upset and how she'd ended up kissing him for the first time. It was why Gideon had wanted to destroy the shrine. It made sense, once it was pointed out to him.
"No, that it was me to begin with." Which, of all the things Nate had, did, and would hate Remi for, this was probably the most reasonable. Following behind Isla though not for fear of being blown over the cliffs, Remi shoves his hands in his pockets before pain forced them back out again. Smiling weakly at the back of her head, Remi looks down at his hands, fighting off the urge to pick at the blistering skin. "I do not want to argue about it." He says quietly and sadly. All told the ascended had done more damage than the Order, in Remi's opinion. But nothing he said was going to change the fact that yes, they were certainly more focused on their goals, and that yes, the looming war was a terrible thing to consider. "But I do not want to go to war either." They would though, and they both knew it. Worse still, they'd be on opposite sides such that the destruction of a shrine or a hospital would likely be the least of their concerns.
remi
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.
