REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
"That's all I'm doing these days." The Alchemist roars in response. Existing. He hasn't lived since Aoife ceased to.
"No, but I do think the rest of you ought to fuck off and mind your own business until you're asked to do otherwise. I didn't ask for a frienship like this." He snarls, raking his fingers through his curls as his cheeks grow hot. "You don't get to just impose all the things you want life to be on everyone else. I'm allowed to be mad, and dark, and furious at the world. I'm allowed not to be nice anymore. I don't have to be who I was. This, is tangential, and not really at all what she was saying. But gods if it didn't feel good to yell once he started.
"Well that's they're problem, isn't it? I can't control who you hitch your wagon to. And if it's me and I go down? It won't be you I worry about first."
As Amalia looks away, for a minute Remi's mind buzzes and splits. Part of him wants to ask if she and Deimos have done anything interesting on their holiday. If they've seen the moving islands. He can't of course, but already this anger feels more like a bother than anything else. But the fight isn't over because they're the same brand of stubborn, and so instead of breaking the tension, the Alchemist merely sets his jaw.
"Again, it's all about what you'd rather do. You getting to decide how things play out for Ronin and I, all because you've neatly packaged up your pathological need to help and called it friendship." Did he mean that? He think he did only...he meant it about 8 shades duller than the way it slipped from his lips.
"No, but I do think the rest of you ought to fuck off and mind your own business until you're asked to do otherwise. I didn't ask for a frienship like this." He snarls, raking his fingers through his curls as his cheeks grow hot. "You don't get to just impose all the things you want life to be on everyone else. I'm allowed to be mad, and dark, and furious at the world. I'm allowed not to be nice anymore. I don't have to be who I was. This, is tangential, and not really at all what she was saying. But gods if it didn't feel good to yell once he started.
"Well that's they're problem, isn't it? I can't control who you hitch your wagon to. And if it's me and I go down? It won't be you I worry about first."
As Amalia looks away, for a minute Remi's mind buzzes and splits. Part of him wants to ask if she and Deimos have done anything interesting on their holiday. If they've seen the moving islands. He can't of course, but already this anger feels more like a bother than anything else. But the fight isn't over because they're the same brand of stubborn, and so instead of breaking the tension, the Alchemist merely sets his jaw.
"Again, it's all about what you'd rather do. You getting to decide how things play out for Ronin and I, all because you've neatly packaged up your pathological need to help and called it friendship." Did he mean that? He think he did only...he meant it about 8 shades duller than the way it slipped from his lips.
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
