sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Smart. Well that was true. But didn't it also leave the door open for things un-smart? Remi tried not to hear the door as it opened—or as he thought it opened—for a world where the pair weren't enemies such as they seemed to be now. But the wind that blew from that opening seemed to be just as cold, but at least it was something. Someone else might have pointed out how readily the alchemist had forgiven the summoner his trespasses, and that it hadn't taken him a year to make them. Instead though, Remi merely bowed his head and nodded slightly, wanting to crumble beneath the weight of the words. He didn't his best not to, and not out of pride or some desire not to give Loren the satisfaction of seeing him break, but simply because he didn't want the summoner to have to endure...well, anything else on his part. Strained as things were.
Closing his eyes as Loren continued, silent tears streaking down his face until frozen by the blustery winds, Remi bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to keep silent. Even as Loren let the final amulet fall into the snow, careless and uncaring, Remi just pulled in a breath. There was nothing to say anymore. No argument to be had. Loren wasn't wrong in so many ways, but he was in so many others. Strangely, Remi thought that his once-friend knew it; knew exactly what he was doing. If Remi apologized more, he'd be shot down as pathetic as Phoebe had. If he didn't? Loren might just say it was more evidence of Remi's callousness and selfishness. He could leave the amulet with his creation magic in the snow, but he was sure that Loren would simply leave it to spite him. He could argue that surely Loren could put his feelings aside to accept the alchemist's help, but then the summoner would simply toss it back in Remi's face as him needing to be the hero. That Remi wanted Loren to have the amulets was selfishness of a kind. He wanted Loren to be safe, and did think the summoner one of the best people to decide how magic should be used. But it wasn't an argument he felt he could articulate properly, much less win.
He was trapped, just as he'd always been by Loren. Only the wires and blades were visible this time as they'd never been before; hatred cutting Remi rather than love. He found the pain just as excruciating. Just as similar.
Kneeling down he picked up the amulet now snow-covered, and put it in his pocket. Words buzzed in his mind, his heart thudding unhappily in his chest as his body slowly froze in the winter winds. "I broke my word by coming here...I will do my best to see that it does not happen again." Remi's normally fluid accent was now staccato and terse as he desperately tried to skate the line between what he felt he so desperately needed to communicate, and what would keep the summoner from growing more angry. "Is...there anything else you wanted to say, while I am?" Forcing himself to look up, however pathetic he looked with his red-rimmed eyes, wilted expression, and naively boyish features, he made himself do it. No doubt the answer would be no, and the door would close in his face, but as always, Remi would try. For Loren, he always would.
Closing his eyes as Loren continued, silent tears streaking down his face until frozen by the blustery winds, Remi bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to keep silent. Even as Loren let the final amulet fall into the snow, careless and uncaring, Remi just pulled in a breath. There was nothing to say anymore. No argument to be had. Loren wasn't wrong in so many ways, but he was in so many others. Strangely, Remi thought that his once-friend knew it; knew exactly what he was doing. If Remi apologized more, he'd be shot down as pathetic as Phoebe had. If he didn't? Loren might just say it was more evidence of Remi's callousness and selfishness. He could leave the amulet with his creation magic in the snow, but he was sure that Loren would simply leave it to spite him. He could argue that surely Loren could put his feelings aside to accept the alchemist's help, but then the summoner would simply toss it back in Remi's face as him needing to be the hero. That Remi wanted Loren to have the amulets was selfishness of a kind. He wanted Loren to be safe, and did think the summoner one of the best people to decide how magic should be used. But it wasn't an argument he felt he could articulate properly, much less win.
He was trapped, just as he'd always been by Loren. Only the wires and blades were visible this time as they'd never been before; hatred cutting Remi rather than love. He found the pain just as excruciating. Just as similar.
Kneeling down he picked up the amulet now snow-covered, and put it in his pocket. Words buzzed in his mind, his heart thudding unhappily in his chest as his body slowly froze in the winter winds. "I broke my word by coming here...I will do my best to see that it does not happen again." Remi's normally fluid accent was now staccato and terse as he desperately tried to skate the line between what he felt he so desperately needed to communicate, and what would keep the summoner from growing more angry. "Is...there anything else you wanted to say, while I am?" Forcing himself to look up, however pathetic he looked with his red-rimmed eyes, wilted expression, and naively boyish features, he made himself do it. No doubt the answer would be no, and the door would close in his face, but as always, Remi would try. For Loren, he always would.
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.
