all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"Mm, I thought I was not allowed to judge you unless I had seen the attributes myself?" The alchemist countered slyly. Indeed, love it might be said, had sullied the otherwise sunny Remi. Optimism, unfettered and wild, had gone away when those closest to him had told him he was not worth their affections, their memories. Sam, removing all memories of his love and time with Remi, had done that. And Loren? Loren who had been seen with rose coloured glasses that might have remained forever, had left too. Ronin, for all that he was, had left. He'd come back, to be sure. But death was inevitable for them all. Only Aoife was without fault, and it was for his starry-eyed daughter that Remi would indeed die. That he had already killed for, and would again.
"No one asked. It all happened so fast and it certainly seemed like those present represented the majority.." Un-elected officials perhaps, or so they would be had the alchemist the language for it. "Ronin.." Glancing up sharply, for the first time a splash of regret sloshed across Remi's face. Had he said Ronin didn't want it? Or only that the alchemist hadn't wanted it for him. "Ronin wants what is best. Wessex..." Well. The same could not be said. She did seem like she wanted the title. "..is strong. Better in war to be sure, but a natural. Born here, raised here. A voice of the ascended." What that was worth these days, in light of Sam's revelations, Remi wasn't sure.
"How is that different from what they have now?"
Blushing in adorable earnest now, Remi fumbled slightly before looking down. Dimples deepened across his cheeks as unblemished joy finally shone back through. "Marriage." He said with a low laugh. "Ronin and I...were almost nothing. Not really. But he came home, having been recently concussed at the Spire and...despite my grand plans for what a proposal might have been like..." The alchemist shrugged. "He asked me to hold his hair back if he threw up, and I asked him to marry me."
"Well, what it is like to shift, for one thing." Remi countered smoothly. Biting his lip and offering a conciliatory shrug, the alchemist nodded. "Mnmm. Well. After you, then." He offered with a shrug.
"No one asked. It all happened so fast and it certainly seemed like those present represented the majority.." Un-elected officials perhaps, or so they would be had the alchemist the language for it. "Ronin.." Glancing up sharply, for the first time a splash of regret sloshed across Remi's face. Had he said Ronin didn't want it? Or only that the alchemist hadn't wanted it for him. "Ronin wants what is best. Wessex..." Well. The same could not be said. She did seem like she wanted the title. "..is strong. Better in war to be sure, but a natural. Born here, raised here. A voice of the ascended." What that was worth these days, in light of Sam's revelations, Remi wasn't sure.
"How is that different from what they have now?"
Blushing in adorable earnest now, Remi fumbled slightly before looking down. Dimples deepened across his cheeks as unblemished joy finally shone back through. "Marriage." He said with a low laugh. "Ronin and I...were almost nothing. Not really. But he came home, having been recently concussed at the Spire and...despite my grand plans for what a proposal might have been like..." The alchemist shrugged. "He asked me to hold his hair back if he threw up, and I asked him to marry me."
"Well, what it is like to shift, for one thing." Remi countered smoothly. Biting his lip and offering a conciliatory shrug, the alchemist nodded. "Mnmm. Well. After you, then." He offered with a 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.
