& my heart ran away from me
"You don't." Remi replies instantly, wanting to reach out for her but clutching tightly to the shoes that he holds as a convenient excuse not to. With a small shake of his head, his eyes never leaving hers, the alchemist exhales slowly as his lips try on the shape of a smile. "You don't owe me anything." He continues. "I...I have been expecting far too much from you. Things I do not deserve." Her time. Her attention. Her love and a priority in her life that he'd lost out on.
It wasn't his fault that he'd become this hulking thing that walked around without consequences. That could laugh in the face of death without a second thought. But none of that was Isla's fault either.
"You are going to be a queen after all." He adds with a boyish chuckle, unable to help the coating of incredulity that accompanies it.
It wasn't his fault that he'd become this hulking thing that walked around without consequences. That could laugh in the face of death without a second thought. But none of that was Isla's fault either.
"You are going to be a queen after all." He adds with a boyish chuckle, unable to help the coating of incredulity that accompanies it.
THE
LULLABY
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.
