”Agreed. Though I won’t tell if you don’t.” The alchemist agreed with a warm smile.
”Oh? I seem to remember talk of running away to the woods. Quite a few times, actually.” This was playfully said but the sentiment behind it was genuine enough. Sam had always seemed to Remi a bit flighty; from what he remembered and was told the bookmaker agreed to run away with Remi when the barrier fell. Then there was the time Sam hid himself in the woods and that fact that, for all of Sam’s softness and quiet temperament, he had aligned himself with some fairly reckless friends. Remi included.
“Manipulative?” Remi breathed with a latent smile. “No.” He replied instantly with a shake of his head. “You are too easily read to be manipulative Sam.” The alchemist added, letting his smile grow despite the uncertainty he saw writ on his friend’s features. As for being unwilling to see things how they were? “We are all guilty of that. you no more than most.”
Tugging in a breath, Remi looked distractedly at where Sam was pressing into the dirt. Small white flowers began to grow around the hole as Remi ran an uncertain hand across the back of his neck. “Well...is that not what faith is? Believing in things that others might not understand? Believing sometimes against reason?” This sort of comforting did not come easily to Remi for he knew not what to say. But for Sam he would try. He’d always try. “I think anytime there are gods, there are going to be those who think they are doing something wrong. Who think their followers are wrong.”
”Oh? I seem to remember talk of running away to the woods. Quite a few times, actually.” This was playfully said but the sentiment behind it was genuine enough. Sam had always seemed to Remi a bit flighty; from what he remembered and was told the bookmaker agreed to run away with Remi when the barrier fell. Then there was the time Sam hid himself in the woods and that fact that, for all of Sam’s softness and quiet temperament, he had aligned himself with some fairly reckless friends. Remi included.
“Manipulative?” Remi breathed with a latent smile. “No.” He replied instantly with a shake of his head. “You are too easily read to be manipulative Sam.” The alchemist added, letting his smile grow despite the uncertainty he saw writ on his friend’s features. As for being unwilling to see things how they were? “We are all guilty of that. you no more than most.”
Tugging in a breath, Remi looked distractedly at where Sam was pressing into the dirt. Small white flowers began to grow around the hole as Remi ran an uncertain hand across the back of his neck. “Well...is that not what faith is? Believing in things that others might not understand? Believing sometimes against reason?” This sort of comforting did not come easily to Remi for he knew not what to say. But for Sam he would try. He’d always try. “I think anytime there are gods, there are going to be those who think they are doing something wrong. Who think their followers are wrong.”
you return like autumn
and i fall everytime
and i fall everytime
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.
