all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"Ahh yes. All the other people." Remi said, forcing a smile and shaking his head fondly at the Launceleyn as they both seemed to silently agree to let the matter slip away.
Colour flushed brilliantly across Remi's cheeks—heat too—as he gave Loren an uncertain look. Pinpoints of blue sparkled brightly from Loren's eyes and the alchemist was suddenly reminded of all the various shades of blue paint still sitting in his shop. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face from doing anything it shouldn't, Remi did his best to pull in a subtle breath even though his lungs demanded a full gasp of air.
"Did you tell him that?" Remi asked, his boyishly uncertain and far-too trusting gaze adding, did you tell me?. One of the alchemist's fingers slid out from beneath his elbow as if he might somehow reach across to Loren. There was too much distance of course, and not simply because of the length of the table, and so Remi's fingers tapped softly but uselessly against the wood.
"You left, Edy said it was with someone and I think we all just thought..." Pulling his hand back, Remi ruffled it through his curls. "But when you came back it was..cold, Loren. Ronin said you laughed when he told you Vanya died." There was no animosity in Remi's too-pale stare, but there was a sorrow-filled uncompromising honesty. Loren had asked what it was he should do, but the alchemist couldn't begin to answer that until the man knew what it was he had already done.
Colour flushed brilliantly across Remi's cheeks—heat too—as he gave Loren an uncertain look. Pinpoints of blue sparkled brightly from Loren's eyes and the alchemist was suddenly reminded of all the various shades of blue paint still sitting in his shop. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face from doing anything it shouldn't, Remi did his best to pull in a subtle breath even though his lungs demanded a full gasp of air.
"Did you tell him that?" Remi asked, his boyishly uncertain and far-too trusting gaze adding, did you tell me?. One of the alchemist's fingers slid out from beneath his elbow as if he might somehow reach across to Loren. There was too much distance of course, and not simply because of the length of the table, and so Remi's fingers tapped softly but uselessly against the wood.
"You left, Edy said it was with someone and I think we all just thought..." Pulling his hand back, Remi ruffled it through his curls. "But when you came back it was..cold, Loren. Ronin said you laughed when he told you Vanya died." There was no animosity in Remi's too-pale stare, but there was a sorrow-filled uncompromising honesty. Loren had asked what it was he should do, but the alchemist couldn't begin to answer that until the man knew what it was he had already done.
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.
