and my heart ran away with me
Throwing his hands into the air, properly exasperated, Remi turns fully to Ronin. "Of course I want you to lie." He exclaims, feeling his heart thudding wildly in his throat. "They're children for gods sake, Ronin." Hadn't Ronin literally just given him lessons in lying, that one might come across as nice? How could this possibly be any different? "Be as cold as you like to Hotaru and as hateful as you want with me, but gods." They were just kids.
"Perhaps I was naive to think that you would be able to heal from this as you have healed from so many things. As I have healed in more or less the exact same situation." Remi is quick to point out. Because Seren, hot on the heels of Aoife, was not importantly different than the twins as far as Remi could see. Shaking his head, Remi feathers his jaw as he considers. "You don't get to forgive me for my mistake and hate them for it instead." He murmurs, his voice suddenly soft and wounded as he stares at the corner of the picnic blanket, considering the thread pattern without seeing much of anything.
"Perhaps I was naive to think that you would be able to heal from this as you have healed from so many things. As I have healed in more or less the exact same situation." Remi is quick to point out. Because Seren, hot on the heels of Aoife, was not importantly different than the twins as far as Remi could see. Shaking his head, Remi feathers his jaw as he considers. "You don't get to forgive me for my mistake and hate them for it instead." He murmurs, his voice suddenly soft and wounded as he stares at the corner of the picnic blanket, considering the thread pattern without seeing much of anything.
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.
