sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Flashing a warm smile down at the fawnling, the alchemist merely offered his once-friend a disbelieving shrug. "You say that, but when you cannot sleep and could have had a pillow that sings to you, or rubs your shoulders?" He trailed off, mischief tugging at his lips. "A blanket that is always the right temperature?" Ridiculous suggestions, because of course Remi didn't actually mean them. Much as he still thought Loren was being a stubborn ass....that was his choice to make, perhaps now more than ever.
Reaching down and plucking the dropped amulet into the snow, Remi nodded with a vague sort of intent. "Well, thank you for these three," Because just as it was Loren's choice to not accept help, it was still Remi's choice to be playfully unhappy about it. "I have a feeling we will need them." I will need them. Because of course, Remi was one of those people planning on not staying inside.
He'd promised as much.
"In case...anything happens..I.." Swiping a hand across his frosty cheeks, Remi smiled down at the ground, and then at Astra. If Loren could now do anything he liked under the guise of learning who he was, Remi felt similarly bound by who he was. How was he supposed to communicate what he wanted, when it would be taken as selfish? Even if it was selfish? But he'd made yet another vow to the summoner, which meant...With a sinking feeling, Remi forced himself to internalize what it meant. If he died, his thoughts and feelings would die with him. Kneeling down again and offering a hand out towards the fawnling, to scritch behind her ears if she'd allow, he tried to keep his smile and voice from breaking. "..nice to have met you, Astra."
Reaching down and plucking the dropped amulet into the snow, Remi nodded with a vague sort of intent. "Well, thank you for these three," Because just as it was Loren's choice to not accept help, it was still Remi's choice to be playfully unhappy about it. "I have a feeling we will need them." I will need them. Because of course, Remi was one of those people planning on not staying inside.
He'd promised as much.
"In case...anything happens..I.." Swiping a hand across his frosty cheeks, Remi smiled down at the ground, and then at Astra. If Loren could now do anything he liked under the guise of learning who he was, Remi felt similarly bound by who he was. How was he supposed to communicate what he wanted, when it would be taken as selfish? Even if it was selfish? But he'd made yet another vow to the summoner, which meant...With a sinking feeling, Remi forced himself to internalize what it meant. If he died, his thoughts and feelings would die with him. Kneeling down again and offering a hand out towards the fawnling, to scritch behind her ears if she'd allow, he tried to keep his smile and voice from breaking. "..nice to have met you, Astra."
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.
