i'd bring you further roses
"Ahh..my apologies." Remi said with a slight wince. "My memory..." Gently he touched his forehead with a guilty glance across the table at the fox. "I am more forgetful now. I am sorry for repeating it." Only that wasn't right. What Remi was sorry for, was forgetting the fox. He was sorry for whatever he had done that had taken the mischievous and enigmatic man who had spied him before in the forest and made his smile disappear almost entirely.
As Ianto asked of the future, Remi turned to gaze back towards the bed area again in an effort to try and re-balance his thoughts. "Honestly...I sort of just want to be. I hear there are storms to the south and west? And from what you have said the Fae want nothing to do with us. The barrier might be gone, but we seem just as stuck as we were, but.." Tracing a shape on the table, Remi frowned inwardly before glancing across the table at the fox in earnest now.
"I do not want to fight...I do not want this conflict, this tension between outlanders and naturals. I do not want a war, and I do not want to plan, and I do not want gods stealing my memories from me." Remi's gaze was searching, looking deep into the blue for a long moment. Though for what exactly, perhaps he didn't even know.
"I know it is selfish and maybe even cowardly but..." With a small shrug, Remi bit his bottom lip with a helpless sort of lopsided smile. "I do not know that I want to be in this story anymore."
As Ianto asked of the future, Remi turned to gaze back towards the bed area again in an effort to try and re-balance his thoughts. "Honestly...I sort of just want to be. I hear there are storms to the south and west? And from what you have said the Fae want nothing to do with us. The barrier might be gone, but we seem just as stuck as we were, but.." Tracing a shape on the table, Remi frowned inwardly before glancing across the table at the fox in earnest now.
"I do not want to fight...I do not want this conflict, this tension between outlanders and naturals. I do not want a war, and I do not want to plan, and I do not want gods stealing my memories from me." Remi's gaze was searching, looking deep into the blue for a long moment. Though for what exactly, perhaps he didn't even know.
"I know it is selfish and maybe even cowardly but..." With a small shrug, Remi bit his bottom lip with a helpless sort of lopsided smile. "I do not know that I want to be in this story anymore."
but it does you no good
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.
