drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

The alchemist pulled in another breath, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling and squinting into the darkness. "What hasn't he done? He let me fall in love with him, the first man I'd ever loved., leading me on for weeks and then months. We came here and he just...he left. For almost a year. I looked and searched, and then when he turned back up, he had almost nothing to say for himself other than that he panicked and ran away. By then my memories of him had been taken, and so instead of leaving things in the past, Loren told me that he had loved me and still did. He pushed me away saying we couldn't be friends, then reeled me back to him over and over again every time I finally thought to leave. My only mistake was asking him to kiss me once, if only to prove to us both that we wouldn't and that we could be friends. Apparently that was an error more egregious than anything else." Remi sighed at that.

"He went to Frey for some magical orgasm quest to 'get over me', not unlike you." That, as with Sam, had been what hurt the most. That he was just some scab to be quickly picked off and forgotten. Something to smother in cream and ignore, because he wasn't worth the pain of remembering. It hurt all the more because Remi had been shattered into pieces for them both and had never once thought to find an easy way through the pain. Not once.

'When he slit his throat in the caves here, some empty gesture or dig at what I had done during Fiat Lux, that was the end of it."

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