sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Meeting Loren's gaze, Remi blinked once, twice, before nodding. "I told him everything that happened, as you know. He was...hurt, understandably. But what happened was more about me, than you. He knows that." The alchemist said softly, contritely. However as the summoner continued, Remi pulled in a breath and considered. They'd promised honesty and Remi for his part, had promised his feelings would not get in the way. "I know you two were close before. Very close." The look on his face suggested he knew it was more than just sexually; importantly it was more than that. "But more has changed for him, than it has for me. No, you might not have heard anything from him...but you do not rank high in his world anymore. You might one day, but as it is...the fact that you have not heard from him...it does not mean much." No doubt the words would hurt Loren, and the alchemist's apologetic tone suggested as much, but Remi felt it needed to be said. Loren had vanished, and in that time Ronin had found love not once, but twice. Had died. Had lost his wife and found a husband. Had raised a daughter, a guild, and become a king. Loren had returned with wine as if to rekindle memories that once were, while Ronin was blighted. And the summoner had offered little else but weak apologies and misplaced laughter.
"I think...Ronin does not want to hear of the past. Of tree illnesses or your adventures." Remi said with hesitant smile. "I...would not dwell there, but nor would I pretend things are fine. Treat him like...someone new, but not a stranger. It is what he is, after all." As for Wessex? "Things happen all the time. Perhaps you will find yourself deliver a last minute supply run when the sun finally sets...leaving you stranded on our end?"
Giving the summoner a hard stare at the mention of Beatrix and Jace, the alchemist having had just about all he could take of Loren's constant wallowing, he said nothing.
Running a hand across his eyes, Remi nodded. Pushing himself up from the counter to move closer, of only because his illusions did not stretch far, he remained standing as he looked down at Loren. "I will start with...the knocking." He said with a nod, waiting for the other man to indicate he was ready.
"I think...Ronin does not want to hear of the past. Of tree illnesses or your adventures." Remi said with hesitant smile. "I...would not dwell there, but nor would I pretend things are fine. Treat him like...someone new, but not a stranger. It is what he is, after all." As for Wessex? "Things happen all the time. Perhaps you will find yourself deliver a last minute supply run when the sun finally sets...leaving you stranded on our end?"
Giving the summoner a hard stare at the mention of Beatrix and Jace, the alchemist having had just about all he could take of Loren's constant wallowing, he said nothing.
Running a hand across his eyes, Remi nodded. Pushing himself up from the counter to move closer, of only because his illusions did not stretch far, he remained standing as he looked down at Loren. "I will start with...the knocking." He said with a nod, waiting for the other man to indicate he was ready.
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.
