sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
They. Oh no. They weren't leaving Wessex in any sort of lurch. Loren was. Whether it was because he truly cared or he couldn't possibly let anyone else take risks without his say-so or opportunity for martyrdom, Remi really didn't know. What he did though, was that those in the guildhall had separate themselves early and intentionally. It was Loren who had vowed to stay, and though no one had asked him to, it was Loren who was planning to break that promise. That was on him, and no one else.
Sighing, Remi merely shook his head. "Fine." He said rubbing this thumb between his eye brows. "You say how much you care, how much all of this means to you, and then so flippantly make remarks about your death and what that will mean for Beatrix and Jace." Folding his arms across his chest then, Remi just gave the summoner a look. "If you want to be taken at your word, fine. You sound like a heartless asshole who cares as little for us as you do yourself. But I know that is not what you mean, or what you feel. But for how clever you are, I do not for the life of me know why you seem to do everything in your power to say the opposite of what you mean to."
Remi almost didn't realize that Loren's arms had come around him, until the warmth slowly trickled in from the summoner's thin frame and the memory eventually bled away. Crying freely and gasping against the Launceleyn's shoulder, Remi returned the embrace tightly as he clenched his eyes and his jaw shut, thinking of all those who had died because of wrong decisions.
Exhaling a shuddery breath against Loren, Remi pulled in a quick sip of air through his nose. "You are like hugging a damn skeleton, you know that." He said weakly, trying and failing to fully fill his lungs.
Sighing, Remi merely shook his head. "Fine." He said rubbing this thumb between his eye brows. "You say how much you care, how much all of this means to you, and then so flippantly make remarks about your death and what that will mean for Beatrix and Jace." Folding his arms across his chest then, Remi just gave the summoner a look. "If you want to be taken at your word, fine. You sound like a heartless asshole who cares as little for us as you do yourself. But I know that is not what you mean, or what you feel. But for how clever you are, I do not for the life of me know why you seem to do everything in your power to say the opposite of what you mean to."
Remi almost didn't realize that Loren's arms had come around him, until the warmth slowly trickled in from the summoner's thin frame and the memory eventually bled away. Crying freely and gasping against the Launceleyn's shoulder, Remi returned the embrace tightly as he clenched his eyes and his jaw shut, thinking of all those who had died because of wrong decisions.
Exhaling a shuddery breath against Loren, Remi pulled in a quick sip of air through his nose. "You are like hugging a damn skeleton, you know that." He said weakly, trying and failing to fully fill his lungs.
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.
