if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
As Amalia hands the cup of tea over, the alchemist's shattered-gaze lowers to look at the cup. It is not mass-made, not common. There are fractures and chips, a cup well-loved and well used. Frowning slightly, Remi reaches out meaning to cover one of Amalia's hands with one of his. There is affection and concern there, but as always, only the sweetness of friendship and nothing more, even as one of his fingers grows feathery as it softly means to stroke the top of Amalia's hand. Closing his eyes for a moment, Remi relaxed into their mental bond, pulsing a memory towards his friend. It was of Ronin, the first night that the pair were intimate together. The captain's eyes were oh-so blue, made even more vibrant by the memory, but it was his words that the alchemist wanted to transmit. Would that I knew what monsters you had in there, you would not have to fight them alone Ronin's lips said. Even at the time the words had an effect on the alchemist who, despite a pang that resulted from a fear of intimacy with any man, struck a chord deep within.
Softly Remi squeezed Amalia's hand as the vision faded. "You spoke to Vi Amalia, and yet...I do not believe I have ever seen you so sad." He prompted softly.
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"Mm, they have. In Northaven they served the royal family. They were basically royalty themselves by extension." Remi said with an exasperated sigh. At one time the alchemist had thought that they were not all like that—he had loved Loren, after all—but without those memories and having only heard the accounts of his 'relationship' with the duke through others (Ronin, Vai), the man seemed just as cold as the rest of his kin.
Reaching out for the staff, Remi closed his eyes for a moment. Light blossomed from his fingers, running up into the heartwood at the center and then billowing at the top. Sipping a breath of air as he shuddered slightly with the exertion, he shot the baker a weary smile. "There. Stronger for you, and less magic for Zariah to take from me."
Softly Remi squeezed Amalia's hand as the vision faded. "You spoke to Vi Amalia, and yet...I do not believe I have ever seen you so sad." He prompted softly.
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"Mm, they have. In Northaven they served the royal family. They were basically royalty themselves by extension." Remi said with an exasperated sigh. At one time the alchemist had thought that they were not all like that—he had loved Loren, after all—but without those memories and having only heard the accounts of his 'relationship' with the duke through others (Ronin, Vai), the man seemed just as cold as the rest of his kin.
Reaching out for the staff, Remi closed his eyes for a moment. Light blossomed from his fingers, running up into the heartwood at the center and then billowing at the top. Sipping a breath of air as he shuddered slightly with the exertion, he shot the baker a weary smile. "There. Stronger for you, and less magic for Zariah to take from me."
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.
