sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"You were the one who gave me my sight back. Had you not, I likely would have missed it." Remi chuckled back easily.
Though Remi was neither as well schooled, as old, taller-than, or possessing a bloody knife as the Launceleyn was, given all Remi had been through, he was also not so easily intimidated. Not that Loren was probably aiming at fear, but his skeletal appearance, hard blue eyes, and of course, bloody knife all painted a fairly gruesome picture.
"I do not think I can." The alchemist trilled confidently, nudging Loren out of the way. With quick and practiced strokes, Remi separated meat from sinew, bone from tendon. Wielding the knife as if it were an extension of his fingers, his cuts were clean and smooth.
Glancing towards Loren if only to silently rub in how expertly he was carving up their lunch, he noticed how the summoner had softened, which of course immediately wiped the grin from his face. Swallowing hard—and not only because they'd spent a good deal of time arguing precisely about the fact that Loren wouldn't take no for an answer and was absolutely going to assist them all with their ludicrous tasks—Remi felt something inside crumple under a weight he hadn't noticed was there before. An honest dread, because this might indeed be the last time he ever saw the summoner. At least in a moment of panic or fighting monsters there wouldn't be time for an awkward or proper goodbye.
Biting his tongue hard hearing I'll miss you and unable to look into Loren's eyes as they misted with unshed tears, Remi turned back to regard the meat for a moment before nodding with a sad sort of finality. "Well...Phoebe has the shells..and..the parchment." He muttered stupidly, resuming his carving as he blinked back tears himself.
Though Remi was neither as well schooled, as old, taller-than, or possessing a bloody knife as the Launceleyn was, given all Remi had been through, he was also not so easily intimidated. Not that Loren was probably aiming at fear, but his skeletal appearance, hard blue eyes, and of course, bloody knife all painted a fairly gruesome picture.
"I do not think I can." The alchemist trilled confidently, nudging Loren out of the way. With quick and practiced strokes, Remi separated meat from sinew, bone from tendon. Wielding the knife as if it were an extension of his fingers, his cuts were clean and smooth.
Glancing towards Loren if only to silently rub in how expertly he was carving up their lunch, he noticed how the summoner had softened, which of course immediately wiped the grin from his face. Swallowing hard—and not only because they'd spent a good deal of time arguing precisely about the fact that Loren wouldn't take no for an answer and was absolutely going to assist them all with their ludicrous tasks—Remi felt something inside crumple under a weight he hadn't noticed was there before. An honest dread, because this might indeed be the last time he ever saw the summoner. At least in a moment of panic or fighting monsters there wouldn't be time for an awkward or proper goodbye.
Biting his tongue hard hearing I'll miss you and unable to look into Loren's eyes as they misted with unshed tears, Remi turned back to regard the meat for a moment before nodding with a sad sort of finality. "Well...Phoebe has the shells..and..the parchment." He muttered stupidly, resuming his carving as he blinked back tears himself.
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.
