Secret Keeper

For a moment the alchemist merely regarded the midwife. He felt in a strange position, as if it wasn't quite his place to say who it was he was in love with. Loren had been a duke after all, and though Remi hadn't been Loren's first, that didn't mean that he was any more out with regard to his sexuality than Remi was. Still...perhaps rather bitterly, Remi thought it probably couldn't hurt now to say something. And even if it could, it wasn't as though Loren was around anyways. For all his anger and hurt though—the only feelings Frey had really left him with—he couldn't bring himself to say Loren's name. "He was the old librarian in Northaven.." Remi chuckled at the list of adjectives Phoebe used to describe him. Truthfully he didn't know what Loren saw in him at all, though apparently whatever it was, it hadn't been enough to hold the duke's interest and attention. "Could be." Remi agreed thoughtfully. "I do know that Bastien's brand of worship seems to be more...tailored to him, than to Safrin. But perhaps worshiping in the way you know best is all that they expect?" REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love