all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"Oh." Remi hummed thoughtfully, giving Loren a curious look for a moment before nodding (more to himself) and letting the issue go.
Feathertrails of sadness whispered along the alchemist's expression. His smile not nearly as wide, only the corners of his lips tilting up. Ever-present warmth in his gaze, and yet his lashes fluttered far too often as if preemptively warding off tears. He looked for all the world like a man trying desperately to cling to optimism and happiness, despite having been in the shade long enough to shiver. "I do not know if that is true." And he didn't. The conversation about Loren had been short and to the point. As the summoner looked away, Remi watched him, finding it odd that the Launceleyn might simultaneously offer an ear while not being able to meet Remi's gaze. "There is not much to talk about..." He said with a defeated sigh. "Ronin is the worst of all who have the blight, whether because he has had it the longest or because of his relationship to Safrin, we are not sure...but.." Swallowing down a lump in his throat, the alchemist merely let his eyes grow unfocused, looking vaguely down at Loren but not properly seeing. "He..really is less himself."
With a light shake of his head, Remi tried on another grin. "Oh no. I only meant until you were rested." He protested with a crooked but weak smile. "Besides, they say it is not what you have, but how you use it after all." So saying, his smile continued to grow crooked as he snorted.
"Maybe I am still wounded, on the inside." The alchemist chuckled, placing a hand over his heart and fluttering his lashes at the Launceleyn as if to insinuate some horrific wrongdoing on the summoners part. Then again, he had nearly fed Remi to a manticore.
"Oh you know other people. Now I see why you do not want to be friends. You are already far too busy." He quipped. Running the palms of his hands against his eyes, Remi shook his head. "No..sorry. Well..." He began before pausing to collect his thoughts. "There is a theory that the monsters from LongNight are actually ascended. Or at least...use ascended tech." Remi explained, ignoring the timeline inconsistencies that his conversation would cause. "Last year Wessex was able to speak to one of the creatures and was left unharmed. This year, especially after all that they did in spreading the blight, I think Wessex meant to try and use them as a protective force."
With a sympathetic glance towards the summoner, Remi could only exhale slowly and nod. "Last year when we were not foolishly going outside, it was rather nice in the Rathskeller. Plenty of food and drink, games and conversations to be had." He said, trying to position it more that everyone simply preferred the Rathskeller, rather than actively avoiding the manor.
Feathertrails of sadness whispered along the alchemist's expression. His smile not nearly as wide, only the corners of his lips tilting up. Ever-present warmth in his gaze, and yet his lashes fluttered far too often as if preemptively warding off tears. He looked for all the world like a man trying desperately to cling to optimism and happiness, despite having been in the shade long enough to shiver. "I do not know if that is true." And he didn't. The conversation about Loren had been short and to the point. As the summoner looked away, Remi watched him, finding it odd that the Launceleyn might simultaneously offer an ear while not being able to meet Remi's gaze. "There is not much to talk about..." He said with a defeated sigh. "Ronin is the worst of all who have the blight, whether because he has had it the longest or because of his relationship to Safrin, we are not sure...but.." Swallowing down a lump in his throat, the alchemist merely let his eyes grow unfocused, looking vaguely down at Loren but not properly seeing. "He..really is less himself."
With a light shake of his head, Remi tried on another grin. "Oh no. I only meant until you were rested." He protested with a crooked but weak smile. "Besides, they say it is not what you have, but how you use it after all." So saying, his smile continued to grow crooked as he snorted.
"Maybe I am still wounded, on the inside." The alchemist chuckled, placing a hand over his heart and fluttering his lashes at the Launceleyn as if to insinuate some horrific wrongdoing on the summoners part. Then again, he had nearly fed Remi to a manticore.
"Oh you know other people. Now I see why you do not want to be friends. You are already far too busy." He quipped. Running the palms of his hands against his eyes, Remi shook his head. "No..sorry. Well..." He began before pausing to collect his thoughts. "There is a theory that the monsters from LongNight are actually ascended. Or at least...use ascended tech." Remi explained, ignoring the timeline inconsistencies that his conversation would cause. "Last year Wessex was able to speak to one of the creatures and was left unharmed. This year, especially after all that they did in spreading the blight, I think Wessex meant to try and use them as a protective force."
With a sympathetic glance towards the summoner, Remi could only exhale slowly and nod. "Last year when we were not foolishly going outside, it was rather nice in the Rathskeller. Plenty of food and drink, games and conversations to be had." He said, trying to position it more that everyone simply preferred the Rathskeller, rather than actively avoiding the manor.
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.
