sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi chuckled under his breath. "You hear that Astra? Your bonded apparently thinks I cannot tell you that it is nice to have met you after the fact." His strong fingers found their way deep into her fur, relaxing into the simple calm he found around most animals. Loren's tone might have thawed if only just, but still it was as hard to endure as the words the man was still saying. Glancing up, eyes bright with can I?, Remi nodded before giving Astra one final caress and standing.
Raising a brow slightly, not understanding how he was meant to understand I helped you with the preparations, Remi merely nodded a touch vaguely. Raising a hand now to sweep the accumulated snow from his curls and doing his best to meet Loren's gaze, he smiled sadly at the summoner's conclusion.
You'll tell me after.
Someone would, certainly. It just might not be Remi.
Much as Loren said Remi could still talk to him and much as the alchemist didn't like keeping things to himself, that was what this entire exercise was about, wasn't it? Oh sure, Loren said he could decide how he reacted to things, but if he knew the alchemist was planning daily and nightly patrols during the mostly deadly week of the year, he'd surely feel obligated to do something about it. And wasn't that at the heart of all this? How the alchemist's smiles, touches, words, had always forced the summoner into doing things he didn't want?
"That sounds right." Remi said doubtfully, his smile enough to dimple his cheeks but not chase away the shadows in his eyes.
Raising a brow slightly, not understanding how he was meant to understand I helped you with the preparations, Remi merely nodded a touch vaguely. Raising a hand now to sweep the accumulated snow from his curls and doing his best to meet Loren's gaze, he smiled sadly at the summoner's conclusion.
You'll tell me after.
Someone would, certainly. It just might not be Remi.
Much as Loren said Remi could still talk to him and much as the alchemist didn't like keeping things to himself, that was what this entire exercise was about, wasn't it? Oh sure, Loren said he could decide how he reacted to things, but if he knew the alchemist was planning daily and nightly patrols during the mostly deadly week of the year, he'd surely feel obligated to do something about it. And wasn't that at the heart of all this? How the alchemist's smiles, touches, words, had always forced the summoner into doing things he didn't want?
"That sounds right." Remi said doubtfully, his smile enough to dimple his cheeks but not chase away the shadows in his eyes.
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.
