The hand over the pillow, over what the pillow was meant to conceal only made Remi sip in a breath of air and close his eyes, as if resigning himself back to the darkness might still the flutter he felt inside. Still, he didn't move Ronin's hand, but instead let his fingers relax and spread slightly so that the hunter's could slip between the spaces he made.
Tilting his head slightly, not expecting whatever it was Ronin may or may not stay to begin with his death, Remi opened his eyes to listen. The corners of his lips twitched upwards at the mention of Aoife, Ronin's dedication to his daughter being one of the traits he cherished most about his friend. But the smile disappeared swiftly into a look of confusion at first. It wan't to resolve into understanding, but whether it was fear or true naivety that prevented it from doing so was hard to say.
"If it was not with you." He repeated, not quite a question, but as if tasting the words on his tongue would help his mind understand them. The alchemist knew how he felt about Ronin...but truthfully he'd never given his mind (or heart) much time to think about how the hunter might feel about him. It was a hangover from Northaven probably, to always assume his feelings weren't reciprocated.
"I am still here with you." Remi agreed, swallowing unsteadily as feathers began to ripple down his neck and onto his shoulders. "I have always loved you, Ronin. I have never had a friend like you. And then you did die, and.." Remi's voice broke then and not even his melodic accent could save the way the words twisted his lips into a shaky frown. "...when you came back.." Tears prickled stupidly at the back of his eyes as he took a quick sip of air and looked up at the ceiling. Shaking his head and holding onto the breath, Remi bit the inside of his cheek as he let his eyes drop again.
Tilting his head slightly, not expecting whatever it was Ronin may or may not stay to begin with his death, Remi opened his eyes to listen. The corners of his lips twitched upwards at the mention of Aoife, Ronin's dedication to his daughter being one of the traits he cherished most about his friend. But the smile disappeared swiftly into a look of confusion at first. It wan't to resolve into understanding, but whether it was fear or true naivety that prevented it from doing so was hard to say.
"If it was not with you." He repeated, not quite a question, but as if tasting the words on his tongue would help his mind understand them. The alchemist knew how he felt about Ronin...but truthfully he'd never given his mind (or heart) much time to think about how the hunter might feel about him. It was a hangover from Northaven probably, to always assume his feelings weren't reciprocated.
"I am still here with you." Remi agreed, swallowing unsteadily as feathers began to ripple down his neck and onto his shoulders. "I have always loved you, Ronin. I have never had a friend like you. And then you did die, and.." Remi's voice broke then and not even his melodic accent could save the way the words twisted his lips into a shaky frown. "...when you came back.." Tears prickled stupidly at the back of his eyes as he took a quick sip of air and looked up at the ceiling. Shaking his head and holding onto the breath, Remi bit the inside of his cheek as he let his eyes drop again.
i fell for your eyes
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.
