The white sheep of the family
They’d been foolish to ever think they could wipe away the scars of their pasts, at least the ones that mattered. Well. Love had made fools of many before them and it would no doubt afflict many after them as well.
Nothing has changed. Does not make it any different for you. That’s where Remi was completely and totally wrong, wrong, wrong, because this final remaining little secret part of Loren—the part he’d been desperately trying to protect the alchemist from—had been ripped out of the summoner and there wasn’t anything else left inside. He didn’t resist when the other man’s wing slipped around the Launceleyn, just made space for it. ”It’s too late.” Too late to change anything, too late to take any of it back, too late for Loren’s declaration and Remi’s concern.
This was a twisted mockery of everything they’d dreamed of together and it had killed that last lingering spark of life, of light, of hope in Loren. The alchemist could protect the summoner from everything and everyone but himself.
And as always he’d orchestrated his own downfall.
Nothing has changed. Does not make it any different for you. That’s where Remi was completely and totally wrong, wrong, wrong, because this final remaining little secret part of Loren—the part he’d been desperately trying to protect the alchemist from—had been ripped out of the summoner and there wasn’t anything else left inside. He didn’t resist when the other man’s wing slipped around the Launceleyn, just made space for it. ”It’s too late.” Too late to change anything, too late to take any of it back, too late for Loren’s declaration and Remi’s concern.
This was a twisted mockery of everything they’d dreamed of together and it had killed that last lingering spark of life, of light, of hope in Loren. The alchemist could protect the summoner from everything and everyone but himself.
And as always he’d orchestrated his own downfall.
Will blood tell
