hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Soon, the pit the summoner was in wouldn't hold a candle to the one Loren was digging for himself. Cheeks flushing brilliantly the alchemist nearly doubled over at the shock of the words. The air felt knocked from his lungs and the small sutures of kindness Loren had shown him were torn out leaving Remi's heart once again raw and bleeding.
All the love had been conditional.
All of it?
Even Remi's? Because as far as the alchemist was aware, he didn't know how to love any way but unconditionally. It was one thing to be told his care and concern didn't matter for he gave it too easily. But his love? Oh no. That was truly a rare thing. Instead of turning on his heel and leaving as he desperately wanted to do, instead Remi placed his arms around Astra, not wanting to leave her. Wings extended from his shoulder blades and he glided (unsteadily) down to Loren. Eyes crisp with tears, the alchemist set the fawn down before striding towards the Launceleyn. To say Remi wore his heart on his sleeves was obvious, but never before had it been so lamentably and completely bruised and broken. "How can you say that?" He asked, the words no more than near-sobs formed around the words as Remi's tear-stained gaze searched Loren's; his tense jaw a striking contrast to the wounded look in his eyes. Softly Remi tilted his head as if meaning to cut off whatever it was Loren might say. Oh I didn't mean it like that, oh I didn't think of you. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to hear Loren tell him how he felt or what he should feel. Not anymore.
Heedless of the fact that Loren would probably recoil and object, Remi reached forward to grab both of the summoner's wrists. With tears staining his cheeks enough for the both of them, his thumbs softly smoothed over the lower down scars. "We all have demons and ghosts." He all but whispered. "This is not Northaven. There is no crown, there is not even a Zariah anymore. Stop hiding this." Looking down and softly flexing his fingers around the Launceleyn's cool skin, Remi looked up again. "Heal them. I know you can. Heal them and be a different man. It does not matter if you do not know how, none of us do. But did you really come back, to keep living in the past?"
All the love had been conditional.
All of it?
Even Remi's? Because as far as the alchemist was aware, he didn't know how to love any way but unconditionally. It was one thing to be told his care and concern didn't matter for he gave it too easily. But his love? Oh no. That was truly a rare thing. Instead of turning on his heel and leaving as he desperately wanted to do, instead Remi placed his arms around Astra, not wanting to leave her. Wings extended from his shoulder blades and he glided (unsteadily) down to Loren. Eyes crisp with tears, the alchemist set the fawn down before striding towards the Launceleyn. To say Remi wore his heart on his sleeves was obvious, but never before had it been so lamentably and completely bruised and broken. "How can you say that?" He asked, the words no more than near-sobs formed around the words as Remi's tear-stained gaze searched Loren's; his tense jaw a striking contrast to the wounded look in his eyes. Softly Remi tilted his head as if meaning to cut off whatever it was Loren might say. Oh I didn't mean it like that, oh I didn't think of you. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to hear Loren tell him how he felt or what he should feel. Not anymore.
Heedless of the fact that Loren would probably recoil and object, Remi reached forward to grab both of the summoner's wrists. With tears staining his cheeks enough for the both of them, his thumbs softly smoothed over the lower down scars. "We all have demons and ghosts." He all but whispered. "This is not Northaven. There is no crown, there is not even a Zariah anymore. Stop hiding this." Looking down and softly flexing his fingers around the Launceleyn's cool skin, Remi looked up again. "Heal them. I know you can. Heal them and be a different man. It does not matter if you do not know how, none of us do. But did you really come back, to keep living in the past?"
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.
