sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
And for the second time, Remi was instantly halted by the words. But he always would be. He'd always come with Loren called, like an abused pet who adored its abuser just the same, if not more, for the brief moments of kindness made all the more precious by their ever increasing lack of frequency.
But he listened, understanding and wanting to reach out for Loren as he had done before. To reassure the summoner as Loren knew he would, with words of easy affirmation, promises that things would be okay. Only he didn't. The gulf that existed between them, that Loren had used whittled away his soul to use as a bridge, was gone. Honesty made things more clear, but not any closer.
Seeing Loren sink down made it nearly impossible for the alchemist to remain where he was. Magic itched in his fingers, the need to solve, to help, to warm and protect. But Loren could conjure any number of things to keep himself warm, and the door was only a few feet behind him if not. It was precisely this behaviour that had always made Remi think that Loren wanted to be pursued. That he let himself be wounded as a litmus test to see how much those around him cared. But when he'd pushed and fought and screamed and argued to get into the Launceleyn's mind and heart, he'd been told he was all the more wrong for it. And so, shivering himself, he merely watched the summoner in a terrible silence that seemed to stretch on and on.
"Well...you said you wanted to find yourself. It seems..you have.." Remi managed after what felt like an eternity. From where he was standing, Loren seemed incredibly successful at hating the world. The alchemist surely felt hated. Phoebe did, as did others.
But he listened, understanding and wanting to reach out for Loren as he had done before. To reassure the summoner as Loren knew he would, with words of easy affirmation, promises that things would be okay. Only he didn't. The gulf that existed between them, that Loren had used whittled away his soul to use as a bridge, was gone. Honesty made things more clear, but not any closer.
Seeing Loren sink down made it nearly impossible for the alchemist to remain where he was. Magic itched in his fingers, the need to solve, to help, to warm and protect. But Loren could conjure any number of things to keep himself warm, and the door was only a few feet behind him if not. It was precisely this behaviour that had always made Remi think that Loren wanted to be pursued. That he let himself be wounded as a litmus test to see how much those around him cared. But when he'd pushed and fought and screamed and argued to get into the Launceleyn's mind and heart, he'd been told he was all the more wrong for it. And so, shivering himself, he merely watched the summoner in a terrible silence that seemed to stretch on and on.
"Well...you said you wanted to find yourself. It seems..you have.." Remi managed after what felt like an eternity. From where he was standing, Loren seemed incredibly successful at hating the world. The alchemist surely felt hated. Phoebe did, as did others.
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.
