sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi shrugged easily. "His moments of clarity...were not always well-remembered." Pain etched into the alchemist's features then and for a moment he looked away. Ronin had almost killed him, had said he didn't want them to be together and that the alchemist was better without. The times they were together were lost in a jumble of blood and pain. "And he did say many things he did not mean." Remi added after a moment, having had this very conversation with Amalia. Giving Loren a look, Remi thought he might just keep his suspicions on this matter to himself for now. If Loren thought he'd be able to brow-beat the king into putting effort into a friendship that had ended so poorly...the Launceleyn would find himself woefully mistaken. Ronin wasn't Remi after all, in so very many ways. If Loren wanted this friendship, it was all on him.
"Is that what I said?" Remi asked pointedly, sick of his words twisted. "I did mention to prepare the temple. To have everything ready. If it is the truth that you were caught during a delivery run, so be it. Although.." Crossing his arms and raising a brow, he added, "..Since you were not planning on telling her the whole truth anyways, spare me the moral high ground when it comes to lying.
"Nothing, Loren. Far be it for me to tell you anything about how you should conduct yourself." Remi retorted with a weary sigh.
Closing his eyes, the alchemist summoned the memories. Before the pair of them in the space between, the air shimmered and then echoed back what flit behind the alchemist's eyes...
"Is that what I said?" Remi asked pointedly, sick of his words twisted. "I did mention to prepare the temple. To have everything ready. If it is the truth that you were caught during a delivery run, so be it. Although.." Crossing his arms and raising a brow, he added, "..Since you were not planning on telling her the whole truth anyways, spare me the moral high ground when it comes to lying.
"Nothing, Loren. Far be it for me to tell you anything about how you should conduct yourself." Remi retorted with a weary sigh.
Closing his eyes, the alchemist summoned the memories. Before the pair of them in the space between, the air shimmered and then echoed back what flit behind the alchemist's eyes...
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...the sounds of the Rathskeller chimed brightly around as did the smells, the hustle and bustle. It was only the first night, and none were afraid. Sam's arms were around Remi and the order that all should be quiet was for the most part ignored.
And then there came a knock. A frantic voice, begging to be let in. They were so sorry they were late, caught outside. Please, please! There were voices...monsters! Couldn't they just— No one knew what to do, save for a voice Remi knew, and that Loren would as well. Celosia Ayelet. The duchess. She had gone for the door, unlocked the bolt, and pulled open the door. Skeletal black hands. Shadows with pulses. They grabbed and ensnared, pulling the duchess into the night. The door slammed shut of its own accord. A horrific shredding sound. Screams. Blood pooling under the door.
An hour later, maybe. It was hard to know. The same scene but far more sober and somber. Another knock. A voice, a man this time. Young, afraid. He'd gotten lost, he wasn't from this world, you see, and please, please!. Couldn't they hear them coming? Couldn't they open the door? Remi had gone, but Sam had begged him back. Edy demanded they all stay. The man's voice was the one Remi had attacked as a lion that first night, and though he'd been stopped by Ronin on that occasion, there was no one around to save poor Zero during LongNight. His screams were cut short almost instantly, but it was the silence after and the long and low laughter that was the worst part.
It went on and on like this. Remi with Isla in the infirmary, the medic and alchemist both, staring as the luxere outside were chased away and windows were shattered and skeletal hands reached through. Isla's corpse in the snow...still warm. Still so beautiful.
A man with a proposal letter in his pocket and a ring for Kiada, braving the darkness to confess his love. And he'd died with his heart in his throat, thinking only of the vulture.
Images of Rory in a hospital bed, scarred from Edy's flames. Flames controlled by the monsters.
Amalia, dead.
Emmett, a mess of internal organs.
Another knock. Ronin's voice. Sam screaming and clawing at Remi to stay where he was, and the alchemist throwing open the bolt anyways. The king covered in blood, Aoife in his arms and starlight trailing in his wake. A darkness so black not even the monsters would touch him. Vanya's lifeblood drying on his collar.
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.
