aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Pulling in a breath that strove towards being calm and steady but failed in that effort, Remi just smiled sadly at the walls, and then down at his hands. "It isn't though there is some...well of emotion inside that only Ronin had to endure. That I come home and unleash a whirlwind." Turning towards Sam with eyelashes falling softly over too-pale eyes, the Alchemist smiled that same unsteady and sad smile again.
"I don't...feel anymore. Except with Ronin." The Star could always rouse feeling from the Alchemist, both good and bad. Love and desire, laughter sometimes too. But the rest of the world?
"I suppose it is a bit grey, like you said. Almost like when I was blind and could see, but differently. I just..don't feel things anymore, Sam. Not strongly, anyways." No sexual urges towards those he ought not, no joy or pride in others, no aspirations towards friendship or connections other than with the man who shared his bed.
"I know that isn't what you want to hear." He added quietly.
"I don't...feel anymore. Except with Ronin." The Star could always rouse feeling from the Alchemist, both good and bad. Love and desire, laughter sometimes too. But the rest of the world?
"I suppose it is a bit grey, like you said. Almost like when I was blind and could see, but differently. I just..don't feel things anymore, Sam. Not strongly, anyways." No sexual urges towards those he ought not, no joy or pride in others, no aspirations towards friendship or connections other than with the man who shared his bed.
"I know that isn't what you want to hear." He added quietly.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
