sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
There needed to be a less self-righteous way of saying that he was damned if he did, and damned if he didn't. But whatever the words were, as Loren turned away, Remi failed to find them. Instead he just felt hollow and defeated. He couldn't pursue Loren properly, couldn't encourage him properly, couldn't befriend him properly. He couldn't leave him alone properly, couldn't withhold his feelings properly, and now seemingly couldn't be honest properly either. Everything he did, no matter how hard he tried, was wrong for the summoner.
I made one mistake Remi wanted to scream as Loren's back turned, expecting the Launceleyn to go back inside. ONE. How many have you made? But it was no use. Remi had tried fighting with Loren to keep him in his life, only to be told it was too much. He'd tried explaining his feelings, and then, he'd tried not explaining his feelings, all leading to the same point: Loren leaving.
Only Loren didn't leave.
Flinching and stepping back so suddenly that he nearly fell backwards into the snow, Remi stared wide-eyed at Loren's gaunt frame as the Launceleyn's eyes dipped down towards his bloody knuckles. Feathers burst through his curls as he instinctively reached out, before freezing in place. He couldn't touch Loren now, more than ever, and wholly uncertain what had caused this reaction, he let his arm fall back to his side as he stared with tear-blurred eyes.
"I..." am sorry? don't understand? want you to understand. miss you? hate this? can't do this? "..will go." His voice was a scratchy whisper, raw and bloody with emotion. He was only making things worse, Loren had said as much repeatedly.
With a sob bursting in the back of his throat with such intensity that Remi had to tighten his stomach muscles and clench his teeth together to keep it within, he turned. Dazed and confused, somehow even more shattered now,
I made one mistake Remi wanted to scream as Loren's back turned, expecting the Launceleyn to go back inside. ONE. How many have you made? But it was no use. Remi had tried fighting with Loren to keep him in his life, only to be told it was too much. He'd tried explaining his feelings, and then, he'd tried not explaining his feelings, all leading to the same point: Loren leaving.
Only Loren didn't leave.
Flinching and stepping back so suddenly that he nearly fell backwards into the snow, Remi stared wide-eyed at Loren's gaunt frame as the Launceleyn's eyes dipped down towards his bloody knuckles. Feathers burst through his curls as he instinctively reached out, before freezing in place. He couldn't touch Loren now, more than ever, and wholly uncertain what had caused this reaction, he let his arm fall back to his side as he stared with tear-blurred eyes.
"I..." am sorry? don't understand? want you to understand. miss you? hate this? can't do this? "..will go." His voice was a scratchy whisper, raw and bloody with emotion. He was only making things worse, Loren had said as much repeatedly.
With a sob bursting in the back of his throat with such intensity that Remi had to tighten his stomach muscles and clench his teeth together to keep it within, he turned. Dazed and confused, somehow even more shattered now,
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.
