it was all dead end roads, heaven knows
Remi responded to the acknowledgement with a cheerful laugh, his cheeks dimpling with an unfettered smile. Immediately forgetting about what it was he was working on, the alchemist faced Rory squarely, watching as his friend neared how some of his featured became more clear, whereas others still remained like imperfect brush strokes.
"Nice to see you." Remi offered, his tone even for just a moment as he let the irony of his statement stretch out between them, before grinning boyishly. Already he was finding it strange just how uncomfortable his shattered sea-foam gaze made others, and of course he made every attempt he could to ease the tension (poor jokes, included).
"Ahh, well.." Falling silent for a moment, Remi felt himself hesitate. The answer to that question usually depended on who had asked it. Close friends received a different answer than acquaintances or passersby. But Rory? Where and who was Rory, on that spectrum? Sometimes it felt as though the quiet moments of cloud-watching, or being scolded for sitting too close to the spire created a strange link. They were nothing-moments to be sure, but somehow they were palpable too. The only trouble was, when Remi thought about them too long, the weightiness floated away. He couldn't name what it was he felt or thought. And so while Rory was, probably, an acquaintance at best, he had never really felt like one.
"I proposed to Ronin." He said; shy in his newly official love for the ex-captain. Biting the inside of his lips to keep his smile from cresting too quickly across his face, he flashed a smile up towards Rory. Not even the what-ifs were enough to still the acceleration of Remi's heartbeat at hearing the words come out of his own mouth. "So...despite everything, I would say that I am..." Trailing off, his sunny affect making it too hard for even him to speak for a moment, he simply ended the sentence in soft shrug.
"Nice to see you." Remi offered, his tone even for just a moment as he let the irony of his statement stretch out between them, before grinning boyishly. Already he was finding it strange just how uncomfortable his shattered sea-foam gaze made others, and of course he made every attempt he could to ease the tension (poor jokes, included).
"Ahh, well.." Falling silent for a moment, Remi felt himself hesitate. The answer to that question usually depended on who had asked it. Close friends received a different answer than acquaintances or passersby. But Rory? Where and who was Rory, on that spectrum? Sometimes it felt as though the quiet moments of cloud-watching, or being scolded for sitting too close to the spire created a strange link. They were nothing-moments to be sure, but somehow they were palpable too. The only trouble was, when Remi thought about them too long, the weightiness floated away. He couldn't name what it was he felt or thought. And so while Rory was, probably, an acquaintance at best, he had never really felt like one.
"I proposed to Ronin." He said; shy in his newly official love for the ex-captain. Biting the inside of his lips to keep his smile from cresting too quickly across his face, he flashed a smile up towards Rory. Not even the what-ifs were enough to still the acceleration of Remi's heartbeat at hearing the words come out of his own mouth. "So...despite everything, I would say that I am..." Trailing off, his sunny affect making it too hard for even him to speak for a moment, he simply ended the sentence in soft shrug.
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.
