sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
If the summoner was going for antagonizing or intimidating, he'd have to do better. Raising a hand and holding it palm out to stop the summoner from moving closer, Remi merely shot his once-friend a wary look of warning. "I know it does." He admitted easily, lashes fluttering unsteadily over oh-so clear eyes. "It makes it horribly selfish and unfair. I know that." To hear Loren speak so only reinforced Remi's naivety that all of the summoner's cruelty was merely misdirected anger. Meeting his gaze with one not meek, but certainly remorseful, the alchemist shook his head. "Only when I need to make sure they would say no."
Letting his head fall slightly to the side, Remi gave the Launceleyn an imploring look. A look that, had he had the words for it, he might have instead said cut the bullshit Loren and say what you actually want to. Instead, he said, "And why is that? Why be so needlessly cruel to her? Because she has had the misfortune of being my friend? And wanting to be yours?"
Tightening his jaw and doing his best to hide his shiver of cold with a cough, Remi merely returned Loren's blank stare with one of his own. Or near enough as he could, which was quite far. Remi's upset and love was writ clearly across his face for any who chose to read it. He wanted nothing more than to simply hug the summoner until his anger faded away. To beg him for a way to repent that didn't just include expulsion for his life. "Of course it was not a lie." Remi replied in a voice scant of volume.
Flinching and shielding his eyes as electricity and light burst into being, Remi recoiled slightly as the bird was shoved into the amulet. Loren's sneer was near as devastating as his conjuration was, and the alchemist found the emotional armor he'd worn melting away beneath it. And it showed.
"This is not about Phoebe." He said in a choked voice, jaw feathering slightly behind he weight of the words unsaid. Why are you doing this? and please, talk to me.
Pulling in a breath that was far too cold and nearly choking on it, Remi tilted his chin up slightly to keep both his rising tears and tongue in check. "Not....everyone will remain inside the guildhouse." The alchemist said, a touch distantly. "But..Amalia died last year. I thought perhaps I could bring two amulets back with me. One with a spark bird, and one with your healing magic." The remaining amulets he'd give to Loren, of course. Though perhaps that wasn't clear yet. And, because he expected nothing from the summoner out of the goodness of his heart, Remi held up the two amulets he'd held back. "These have my creation magic in them." He trusted Loren knew the extents of Remi's abilities, the the amulets had within them unparalleled possibilities when used. Holding them out with a weak smile, Remi looked down, trying to compose his breathing.
Letting his head fall slightly to the side, Remi gave the Launceleyn an imploring look. A look that, had he had the words for it, he might have instead said cut the bullshit Loren and say what you actually want to. Instead, he said, "And why is that? Why be so needlessly cruel to her? Because she has had the misfortune of being my friend? And wanting to be yours?"
Tightening his jaw and doing his best to hide his shiver of cold with a cough, Remi merely returned Loren's blank stare with one of his own. Or near enough as he could, which was quite far. Remi's upset and love was writ clearly across his face for any who chose to read it. He wanted nothing more than to simply hug the summoner until his anger faded away. To beg him for a way to repent that didn't just include expulsion for his life. "Of course it was not a lie." Remi replied in a voice scant of volume.
Flinching and shielding his eyes as electricity and light burst into being, Remi recoiled slightly as the bird was shoved into the amulet. Loren's sneer was near as devastating as his conjuration was, and the alchemist found the emotional armor he'd worn melting away beneath it. And it showed.
"This is not about Phoebe." He said in a choked voice, jaw feathering slightly behind he weight of the words unsaid. Why are you doing this? and please, talk to me.
Pulling in a breath that was far too cold and nearly choking on it, Remi tilted his chin up slightly to keep both his rising tears and tongue in check. "Not....everyone will remain inside the guildhouse." The alchemist said, a touch distantly. "But..Amalia died last year. I thought perhaps I could bring two amulets back with me. One with a spark bird, and one with your healing magic." The remaining amulets he'd give to Loren, of course. Though perhaps that wasn't clear yet. And, because he expected nothing from the summoner out of the goodness of his heart, Remi held up the two amulets he'd held back. "These have my creation magic in them." He trusted Loren knew the extents of Remi's abilities, the the amulets had within them unparalleled possibilities when used. Holding them out with a weak smile, Remi looked down, trying to compose his breathing.
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.
