hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Gently the alchemist's gaze moved towards the luxere, wilting beneath her benevolent gaze. I am sorry to you as well. He thought towards her, though without those elusive level 11 perks the fawn wouldn't be able to hear his thoughts.
Glancing at the summoner, Remi's fingers trembled ever so slightly in the cold air, not knowing precisely what it was he wanted or even expected from Loren. He wasn't looking to hold his hand exactly, but, as inappropriate as it might have been to even put to words, he needed skin. He needed actual warmth, something real. So as Loren's fingers slipped against his own, the alchemist let his eyes close against the rush of tears that threatened to streak down his face.
"We've enough competitions on the go without adding in who-can-apologize-most." Remi mumbled, the air escaping from his lungs in another strangled sort of sob. The Launceleyn's embrace before had been a bandaid, but of course nothing had really healed, and so when it was torn off the alchemist was left just as raw and broken beneath. He felt like a burden to be once again reduced to tears, to be halting their progress, to be such a cause for concern.
Looking up, eyes made ever more green by the presence of tears, Remi returned Loren's stormy-blue stare. "Loren." He implored softly, feathers appearing in his curls and lining the edges of fingers still tentatively brushing against the summoner's. "I cannot tell you that." The alchemist bit the inside of his cheek hard. Though he ever opted for honestly, there were some things he simply could not say. "Not ..you.." He added, eyes wide and wounded. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile that was clearly put there for the Launceleyn's benefit. A it does not matter, I am fine expression that lasted about as long as ice in a desert. Whatever was in Remi's head and heart, given everything that had happened and the road the Launceleyn had to walk to find himself again, there was no way the alchemist could unburden himself on the man before him.
Glancing at the summoner, Remi's fingers trembled ever so slightly in the cold air, not knowing precisely what it was he wanted or even expected from Loren. He wasn't looking to hold his hand exactly, but, as inappropriate as it might have been to even put to words, he needed skin. He needed actual warmth, something real. So as Loren's fingers slipped against his own, the alchemist let his eyes close against the rush of tears that threatened to streak down his face.
"We've enough competitions on the go without adding in who-can-apologize-most." Remi mumbled, the air escaping from his lungs in another strangled sort of sob. The Launceleyn's embrace before had been a bandaid, but of course nothing had really healed, and so when it was torn off the alchemist was left just as raw and broken beneath. He felt like a burden to be once again reduced to tears, to be halting their progress, to be such a cause for concern.
Looking up, eyes made ever more green by the presence of tears, Remi returned Loren's stormy-blue stare. "Loren." He implored softly, feathers appearing in his curls and lining the edges of fingers still tentatively brushing against the summoner's. "I cannot tell you that." The alchemist bit the inside of his cheek hard. Though he ever opted for honestly, there were some things he simply could not say. "Not ..you.." He added, eyes wide and wounded. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile that was clearly put there for the Launceleyn's benefit. A it does not matter, I am fine expression that lasted about as long as ice in a desert. Whatever was in Remi's head and heart, given everything that had happened and the road the Launceleyn had to walk to find himself again, there was no way the alchemist could unburden himself on the man before him.
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.
