sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Earlier, Remi had very nearly said that Loren was as much a Launceleyn tyrant as Zariah was. He was manipulative, power-blinded, egotistical, and the hallmark of the Launceleyn traits: cold and cruel. Seeing him now, withered and curled in on himself, still Remi couldn't be sure what he thought was within the summoner. He'd seen such brightness and warmth, but it had always been eclipsed by the ice and hardness his family was known for. What Remi truly didn't know, was whether or not Loren cared. It was hard to be vulnerable and lost that was certainly true, but Loren gave in so easily to the darkness and despair. He always vowed to do everything and anything it took, but almost always regaled on his commitments.
What Remi did understand that perhaps the summoner didn't, was that who he was and who he wanted to be, were different. Loren may well have found out who he was. The real question, was what he was going to do about it.
Flinching again at the sudden appearance of the Spark Bird and wondering why Loren didn't just go inside instead of forcing himself to suffer needlessly, Remi looked down at the gaunt man with a worried and broken expression. "Loren.." He whispered softly, the word an easy shape on his lips. "You tell me to leave, and then to stay. You tell me you do not want to know what I feel, and then criticize me for keeping it to myself. You say you do not want anything from me—help, apologies, suggestions.." Helplessly the alchemist shrugged, lost just as Loren was but in a markedly different sense.
"Everything I want to do is either wrong, or selfish, or—" dangerous. Trailing off and biting down to keep the words to himself, Remi looked up at the Spark Bird as he took in a breath.
"I told Phoebe that I should not be around you, be cause of how I feel. And yet.." Eyes closed, he smiled sadly upwards as white spots danced across his closed eyelids. "Here I am." Opening his eyes, shiny with tears, he shook his head with defeat. "I think ... I will always be here, for you." He added in a whisper, bright green eyes alighting softly on Loren.
What Remi did understand that perhaps the summoner didn't, was that who he was and who he wanted to be, were different. Loren may well have found out who he was. The real question, was what he was going to do about it.
Flinching again at the sudden appearance of the Spark Bird and wondering why Loren didn't just go inside instead of forcing himself to suffer needlessly, Remi looked down at the gaunt man with a worried and broken expression. "Loren.." He whispered softly, the word an easy shape on his lips. "You tell me to leave, and then to stay. You tell me you do not want to know what I feel, and then criticize me for keeping it to myself. You say you do not want anything from me—help, apologies, suggestions.." Helplessly the alchemist shrugged, lost just as Loren was but in a markedly different sense.
"Everything I want to do is either wrong, or selfish, or—" dangerous. Trailing off and biting down to keep the words to himself, Remi looked up at the Spark Bird as he took in a breath.
"I told Phoebe that I should not be around you, be cause of how I feel. And yet.." Eyes closed, he smiled sadly upwards as white spots danced across his closed eyelids. "Here I am." Opening his eyes, shiny with tears, he shook his head with defeat. "I think ... I will always be here, for you." He added in a whisper, bright green eyes alighting softly on Loren.
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.
