sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi had come into this without expectations. Without planning, honestly, and so at Loren's non-reaction (save for a few looks of surprise, a wince here or there), the alchemist forced himself to simply be alright with what he did receive: a way forward. Letting his fingers curl around Loren's, Remi glanced around conspiratorially; a look of raw and real concern on his features, as his fingers closed around Loren's hand with a gentle but insistent tug to pull the Launceleyn close.
"We all plan on being out, during LongNight. Amalia and Deimos. Kiada. Jigano." He said in a near whisper, and not just because Loren was close. Once, Jigano had told them that Edy had thought the manor was rigged with listening devices and thus far, nothing seemed to suggest that it wasn't. "Every day, if you can call it that." He added. "There are monsters that disguise their voices and knock at the door. They beg to be let in. Last year only...one in every five, say, was actually real. But we plan on opening the door each time it is knocked upon. I have a piece of spyglass given to me by Safrin that can see through god-made illusions, but no one knows if they are illusory in appearance. No one who has really seen them as survived."
His fingers tightened against Loren's.
"We all have different tasks. Ones that you cannot simply take from us, but...if you are planning on being out, better you should know what it is we are doing. What it is we are up against." Remi added in a shallow whisper, the heat and colour having faded from his cheeks, leaving only the vibrancy of his gaze.
"We all plan on being out, during LongNight. Amalia and Deimos. Kiada. Jigano." He said in a near whisper, and not just because Loren was close. Once, Jigano had told them that Edy had thought the manor was rigged with listening devices and thus far, nothing seemed to suggest that it wasn't. "Every day, if you can call it that." He added. "There are monsters that disguise their voices and knock at the door. They beg to be let in. Last year only...one in every five, say, was actually real. But we plan on opening the door each time it is knocked upon. I have a piece of spyglass given to me by Safrin that can see through god-made illusions, but no one knows if they are illusory in appearance. No one who has really seen them as survived."
His fingers tightened against Loren's.
"We all have different tasks. Ones that you cannot simply take from us, but...if you are planning on being out, better you should know what it is we are doing. What it is we are up against." Remi added in a shallow whisper, the heat and colour having faded from his cheeks, leaving only the vibrancy of his gaze.
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.
