all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"I am very good with earth magic, need I remind you. Dark holes are quite easy for me." No innuendo, much have been there. Instead there was such an adoring sort of kindness and an almost sleepy smile.
It was probably for the best that Loren had looked away, for Remi's lips parted in a silent O of surprise. Had Ronin the mind to notice (and had the blighted monster not chewed his wedding ring to bits), the king would feel Remi's heart start to pound unsteadily. The alchemist's wings fluttered slightly, his balance shifting as if the tremors in his heart were strong enough to knock him off his feet. Luckily his enormous wingspan did wonders for his balance.
"I...was told you I missed you to." Remi replied, his voice equally low and feather soft. It would be a testament to the time the two men had in fact spent together, that the Launceleyn would be able to understand the thickening of his accent. "For a long, long while. As long as was possible before my memories were taken. And still you were everywhere. Pots of blue paint that I never understood...copper cups, telescopes...all you, even when I did not know it." The feather twirled faster and faster in his fingers. "I..suppose it does not matter now. I lost my memories of you and a few others at the end of LongNight last year." He added uncertainly unsure if that was relevant information, or indeed, information that Loren might even want to know.
It was probably for the best that Loren had looked away, for Remi's lips parted in a silent O of surprise. Had Ronin the mind to notice (and had the blighted monster not chewed his wedding ring to bits), the king would feel Remi's heart start to pound unsteadily. The alchemist's wings fluttered slightly, his balance shifting as if the tremors in his heart were strong enough to knock him off his feet. Luckily his enormous wingspan did wonders for his balance.
"I...was told you I missed you to." Remi replied, his voice equally low and feather soft. It would be a testament to the time the two men had in fact spent together, that the Launceleyn would be able to understand the thickening of his accent. "For a long, long while. As long as was possible before my memories were taken. And still you were everywhere. Pots of blue paint that I never understood...copper cups, telescopes...all you, even when I did not know it." The feather twirled faster and faster in his fingers. "I..suppose it does not matter now. I lost my memories of you and a few others at the end of LongNight last year." He added uncertainly unsure if that was relevant information, or indeed, information that Loren might even want to know.
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.
