sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Phoebe had a tendency to overreact and exagerate. And so Remi thought that there was still a chance his arrival might be met with a touch of respect, or at least professionalism. After he and Jigano had had their fight, or whatever it was, the two were at least civil with one another. Then again, his relationship with the bard, even at its worst, was still healthier than with the summoner. Still, contrition and guilt flashed across Remi's cheeks as an unhappy wash of colour, and he dropped his eyes immediately beneath the weight of Loren's snark.
However at the gesture, and the sarcasm that accompanied it, Remi looked up with a disappointed sort of frown. " I did not want one before, and I do not now." He said, his voice shockingly gentle despite how tense his jaw and overall posture was. Clearly, Loren was in no mood, as Remi knew he wouldn't be. At least Phoebe's description of events helped him anticipate this amount of cruelty, not that it made it much easier to bear.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of amulets, before raising a brow at the summoner. "I had given these to Phoebe to have filled for LongNight. But we both know that you did not make it that far in your conversation." He said, pale eyes like frozen seawater. Snow accumulated in his curls, but he refused to brush it away. "If I thought you would not needlessly assault the next person I sent, I might have asked someone else to come visit you instead."
However at the gesture, and the sarcasm that accompanied it, Remi looked up with a disappointed sort of frown. " I did not want one before, and I do not now." He said, his voice shockingly gentle despite how tense his jaw and overall posture was. Clearly, Loren was in no mood, as Remi knew he wouldn't be. At least Phoebe's description of events helped him anticipate this amount of cruelty, not that it made it much easier to bear.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of amulets, before raising a brow at the summoner. "I had given these to Phoebe to have filled for LongNight. But we both know that you did not make it that far in your conversation." He said, pale eyes like frozen seawater. Snow accumulated in his curls, but he refused to brush it away. "If I thought you would not needlessly assault the next person I sent, I might have asked someone else to come visit you instead."
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
