took a fall from a windy height
The alchemist tries not to let his teeth clench against one another, to relax his jaw against the way in which it wants to feather, but he finds it difficult. Just as he finds almost everything difficult, these days.
"Faith." Remi repeats a touch bitterly, taking his fork and pushing about a piece of crust on his place. "Coming from a world without gods to this...with all I have seen..I hope both you and your gods forgive me—us—for our lack of fealty." Whether it is a genuine apology even Remi in the moment cannot say.
The mention of Aoife brings a tentative smile to the alchemist's lip and he glances up and across at the baker. "She...well," Chuckling, he shakes his head. "She speaks to Safrin quite a bit. In her bed. To Ronin too. She is convinced he is a star, like last time. And...I suppose I have not found reason to tell her otherwise." His stare, shattered and broken not only because of magical means, shimmers with a mist of tears. Letting his hand be taken, the alchemist returns the gesture with a soft pulse of his own. "And me." He agrees.
Raising a brow, lips parting at the news, the alchemist blinks in stunned silence. "He...Safrin's shield?" Now his jaw does feather unhappily as he pushes a hand through his curls. "If I see it, or him, I will be sure to return it to you." Knowing it isn't needed, but feeling compelled just the same, Remi releases a breath and offers the baker a weary sigh. "I am sorry Amalia. It is not him.."
"Faith." Remi repeats a touch bitterly, taking his fork and pushing about a piece of crust on his place. "Coming from a world without gods to this...with all I have seen..I hope both you and your gods forgive me—us—for our lack of fealty." Whether it is a genuine apology even Remi in the moment cannot say.
The mention of Aoife brings a tentative smile to the alchemist's lip and he glances up and across at the baker. "She...well," Chuckling, he shakes his head. "She speaks to Safrin quite a bit. In her bed. To Ronin too. She is convinced he is a star, like last time. And...I suppose I have not found reason to tell her otherwise." His stare, shattered and broken not only because of magical means, shimmers with a mist of tears. Letting his hand be taken, the alchemist returns the gesture with a soft pulse of his own. "And me." He agrees.
Raising a brow, lips parting at the news, the alchemist blinks in stunned silence. "He...Safrin's shield?" Now his jaw does feather unhappily as he pushes a hand through his curls. "If I see it, or him, I will be sure to return it to you." Knowing it isn't needed, but feeling compelled just the same, Remi releases a breath and offers the baker a weary sigh. "I am sorry Amalia. It is not him.."
i only knew how to hold on tight
& pray for love enough to last all night
& pray for love enough to last all night
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.
