sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
It hurt. It broke everything the alchemist had, only to reveal even more hidden depths waiting to be shattered. Only there was no strength here, not this far in the alchemist's soul. It was all thin-ice and dry leaves that gave such a satisfying crunch as they were forever crushed. What had he said to Phoebe? That he knew he would fall in love with Loren again, if given the chance? Wasn't that why they agreed he couldn't? Musn't? There was no part of Remi that wanted anyone but Ronin, but equally, there seemed to be other iterations of the alchemist that longed for lives unlived.
And the divide was excruciating.
Drawing in a breath that threatened to be more, Remi leaned his forehead against Loren's shoulder and listened to the words leaving the Launceleyn's lips and rumbling through his chest. His wings hugged the summoner closer, as, probably unnoticed, mosses and grasses began to sprout through the snow around them. Remi hadn't the heat to make it melt away, but it didn't always take fire to melt snow. Sometimes you could simply grow in the cracks that had formed until it all broke away.
"I think many would say that love invites pain, in many cases." Remi said softly, not letting himself pull away, not even to look Loren in the eyes for fear of...well, so very many things. "But none of this is.." He needed to pick his words carefully, but of course, he was so very, very bad at that sort of thing. "..what I mean is...you can change it."
And the divide was excruciating.
Drawing in a breath that threatened to be more, Remi leaned his forehead against Loren's shoulder and listened to the words leaving the Launceleyn's lips and rumbling through his chest. His wings hugged the summoner closer, as, probably unnoticed, mosses and grasses began to sprout through the snow around them. Remi hadn't the heat to make it melt away, but it didn't always take fire to melt snow. Sometimes you could simply grow in the cracks that had formed until it all broke away.
"I think many would say that love invites pain, in many cases." Remi said softly, not letting himself pull away, not even to look Loren in the eyes for fear of...well, so very many things. "But none of this is.." He needed to pick his words carefully, but of course, he was so very, very bad at that sort of thing. "..what I mean is...you can change it."
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.
