sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
The silence stretched and the cold loomed endlessly, but the alchemist didn't seem to mind. If there was something the summoner had to say, Remi would wait patiently to hear it. And if not? If this was just a lengthy pause before telling him to leave? Well, then he'd appreciate these last moments for what they were.
However as the Launceleyn started speaking, Remi found himself smiling widely, beatifically, lovingly. At his side his fingers curled slightly, one arm stuttered forward an inch or so before halting and finding itself tucked snugly against his body; he wanted to reach out, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. It wasn't what Loren needed or wanted, even if it was what Remi did.
"That sounds..." Dimples pressed into Remi's cheeks as he found his smile growing far too wide, sea-glass gaze too shiny with a strange but reverent sort of optimism. Flushing with embarrassment, the alchemist coughed away whatever he might have said. Loren didn't need his praise or approval, much as Remi wanted to offer it. But as the summoner had pointed out again and again to deaf ears, it was what Remi wanted. Now that the alchemist was listening, he saw just how rampant his selfishness was, with Loren.
"So...new Loren definitely does not want a magic item at his disposal?" The alchemist said with a hint of a smile, a slightly raised brow, a whisper of mischievousness in his tone.
However as the Launceleyn started speaking, Remi found himself smiling widely, beatifically, lovingly. At his side his fingers curled slightly, one arm stuttered forward an inch or so before halting and finding itself tucked snugly against his body; he wanted to reach out, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. It wasn't what Loren needed or wanted, even if it was what Remi did.
"That sounds..." Dimples pressed into Remi's cheeks as he found his smile growing far too wide, sea-glass gaze too shiny with a strange but reverent sort of optimism. Flushing with embarrassment, the alchemist coughed away whatever he might have said. Loren didn't need his praise or approval, much as Remi wanted to offer it. But as the summoner had pointed out again and again to deaf ears, it was what Remi wanted. Now that the alchemist was listening, he saw just how rampant his selfishness was, with Loren.
"So...new Loren definitely does not want a magic item at his disposal?" The alchemist said with a hint of a smile, a slightly raised brow, a whisper of mischievousness in his tone.
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.
