Love mends even the broken parts
It was probably for the best that Remi didn’t finish that sentence. And it was definitely for the best that the other man didn’t actually touch the summoner, as it seemed like the alchemist might for a moment. After all, Remi’s smile had crashed over Loren’s impassive exterior and broken, leaving him unchanged. Except this time it felt a little more like a piece of ice floating to the top of the water; the Launceleyn wasn’t fighting off or being swept under by the other man’s seemingly unending love, but rising above it.
Remi could do as he wished. Loren didn’t have to be swayed by it if he didn’t want to. Not anymore.
The other man’s optimism was misplaced: there was as strong a chance that the Launceleyn might decide darkness suited him as there was that he’d find the light again. But saying so would just start the cycle anew, because the alchemist wouldn’t be able to accept that and the summoner wouldn’t be able to explain it. However, maybe in the end he’d just discover what he’d always known. Light didn’t banish shadows. It created them. Luckily, there was nothing wrong with shades of grey, which is all black and white were in the end.
However, when Remi asked about the amulet, the summoner’s eyes flicked down to where it rested in the snow. At that moment, though, Astra emerged from the heart of the house, to twine around him before coming to a stop by his side once more. Whether she’d been watching all this while or whether she’d somehow sensed the sea change within him and come back as a result, he couldn’t say. However, Loren was glad for her presence. That didn't make his voice any less impassive when he spoke. ”I have magic enough in my life.” The alchemist should give it to someone else. Someone who lacked their particular talents and strength.
Remi could do as he wished. Loren didn’t have to be swayed by it if he didn’t want to. Not anymore.
The other man’s optimism was misplaced: there was as strong a chance that the Launceleyn might decide darkness suited him as there was that he’d find the light again. But saying so would just start the cycle anew, because the alchemist wouldn’t be able to accept that and the summoner wouldn’t be able to explain it. However, maybe in the end he’d just discover what he’d always known. Light didn’t banish shadows. It created them. Luckily, there was nothing wrong with shades of grey, which is all black and white were in the end.
However, when Remi asked about the amulet, the summoner’s eyes flicked down to where it rested in the snow. At that moment, though, Astra emerged from the heart of the house, to twine around him before coming to a stop by his side once more. Whether she’d been watching all this while or whether she’d somehow sensed the sea change within him and come back as a result, he couldn’t say. However, Loren was glad for her presence. That didn't make his voice any less impassive when he spoke. ”I have magic enough in my life.” The alchemist should give it to someone else. Someone who lacked their particular talents and strength.
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