sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Not a lie. It does sound right. I am just not sure that I think it will happen." Remi answered, scarlet guilt flashing across his cheeks and against the already red-from-the-cold tips of his ears. He hated being deceptive and was awful at it, as the summoner had already deduced. Even so, torn between honesty and burdening his once-friend further, he found himself utterly frozen.
"Maybe." He agreed softly after a moment, his eyes somewhere near Loren's shoulders, unable to look into the summoner's eyes anymore. They were the wrong shade, even without his memories he knew that. What he didn't know was how long they would remain that way. If the depths of that blue stare he'd come to know so well in two worlds now, would ever be full and vibrant again, or at best simply half-thawed. But that was selfish, as he was coming to learn, but he yearned for it just the same. "But then, most of your responses are not to my liking, so.." A flash of a half-felt smile; a poor attempt at humour.
"Maybe." He agreed softly after a moment, his eyes somewhere near Loren's shoulders, unable to look into the summoner's eyes anymore. They were the wrong shade, even without his memories he knew that. What he didn't know was how long they would remain that way. If the depths of that blue stare he'd come to know so well in two worlds now, would ever be full and vibrant again, or at best simply half-thawed. But that was selfish, as he was coming to learn, but he yearned for it just the same. "But then, most of your responses are not to my liking, so.." A flash of a half-felt smile; a poor attempt at humour.
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.
