sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Because based on the past five minutes I know how you will respond." The alchemist said mournfully. "From the beginning I encouraged you to be who you were, to leave your scars behind and just be you, and I stand by that now. But.." His eyes fell towards Astra and Remi felt his heart nearly separate as it was impossibly pulled in two different directions. "Right now you are cruel, Loren. Maybe it is just...part of learning who you are, maybe it is how you are dealing with everything but..it hurts. Especially from you."
Looking up into the overcast sky and wishing he could scream and claw at something, instead Remi just pulled in a breath and closed his eyes, holding the frigid air until it burned in his lungs. "You cannot have it both ways, Loren. I have always told you how I felt. About all of this, about you—" His voice broke there, but hopefully the summoner would forgive him that. "But what am I meant to say when you mock me, tell me my feelings have only ever gotten in the way of things and that you won't have that going forward, and then in the next breath say you want to hear them?"
It was rhetorical, mostly, because there was simply no way to have it. Remi could not simply swallow his feelings, however selfish they might be. If that was truly a flaw, it ran deep enough that to remove it might split him entirely in half. He loved Loren, and he always would. There would never be a time he could brush things off as if the summoner meant nothing to him, as if his mind wouldn't always be tempted to wander in secret. It probably was right and good for Loren to put up barriers, but then Loren would just have to accept that the alchemist would always be at a distance.
Looking up into the overcast sky and wishing he could scream and claw at something, instead Remi just pulled in a breath and closed his eyes, holding the frigid air until it burned in his lungs. "You cannot have it both ways, Loren. I have always told you how I felt. About all of this, about you—" His voice broke there, but hopefully the summoner would forgive him that. "But what am I meant to say when you mock me, tell me my feelings have only ever gotten in the way of things and that you won't have that going forward, and then in the next breath say you want to hear them?"
It was rhetorical, mostly, because there was simply no way to have it. Remi could not simply swallow his feelings, however selfish they might be. If that was truly a flaw, it ran deep enough that to remove it might split him entirely in half. He loved Loren, and he always would. There would never be a time he could brush things off as if the summoner meant nothing to him, as if his mind wouldn't always be tempted to wander in secret. It probably was right and good for Loren to put up barriers, but then Loren would just have to accept that the alchemist would always be at a distance.
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.
