took a fall from a windy height
"All I mean is it is not as if Mort did it to be kind. It was something to be righted, nothing more." Or so it seemed to Remi, though the latter part of what Amalia had to say made him stop and bristle as well, looking down unhappily into his cup. The tension lingers and the alchemist hates it. Not one to hide from apologies, he stretches out a hand to softly take Amalia's if possible, giving it a small squeeze. "I am sorry. It...I'm sorry." He says gently, sweetly, brandishing a boyish and tired smile.
"No—" Remi interrupts, a sudden urgency lacing his words and his stare. "None of that is true. You do not deserve his hate because it does not exist. He..." Feathering his jaw, Remi looked up at the ceiling with slightly narrowed eyes before sighing out the breath he'd hastily tugged in. "He said I was not worth being with, among other things. If you are going to believe what he said to you, then...I suppose I have to believe what he said to me as well."]
"No—" Remi interrupts, a sudden urgency lacing his words and his stare. "None of that is true. You do not deserve his hate because it does not exist. He..." Feathering his jaw, Remi looked up at the ceiling with slightly narrowed eyes before sighing out the breath he'd hastily tugged in. "He said I was not worth being with, among other things. If you are going to believe what he said to you, then...I suppose I have to believe what he said to me as well."]
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.
