i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
She is heavy, waterlogged and half-shifted as she is, but Remi is stronger. It's an ability that has not always served him well as it lets him get away with things he shouldn't, but in this at least, it is used for good. The feeling of his muscles having to properly work is not one he experiences often, and gods how he loves Amalia in that moments that threaten to lead up to her death, for the mortality of his exhaustion is a beautiful thing that humbles him to his core and burns away some of the darkness.
It takes him only a second to catch his breath, unlike Amalia. Turning to her, one hand presses against her back while the other steadies her shoulder. They are covered in sand and sweat and brine and gods if it isn't the best he's felt in a while. "You're alright." He says, shakily, caught between a laugh and a sob. Collapsing down on his side—they've both earned a rest, he thinks—Remi feels something caged inside of his chest shift, and then break. Reaching for Amalia, he wants to pull her to him. Weak with exhaustion though she might be, he'll not force her.
"I wanted to die." He admits in a low voice, as tears prickle the back of his eyes. "It was just easier to hate you, than to admit it." His smile is forced and small as his sea-stare grows shiny with tears. "I love you Amalia. I'm so fucking sorry I put you in that position. And in this one." His voice is raw now, having finally understood all she'd been trying to do. All she'd been trying to say.
It takes him only a second to catch his breath, unlike Amalia. Turning to her, one hand presses against her back while the other steadies her shoulder. They are covered in sand and sweat and brine and gods if it isn't the best he's felt in a while. "You're alright." He says, shakily, caught between a laugh and a sob. Collapsing down on his side—they've both earned a rest, he thinks—Remi feels something caged inside of his chest shift, and then break. Reaching for Amalia, he wants to pull her to him. Weak with exhaustion though she might be, he'll not force her.
"I wanted to die." He admits in a low voice, as tears prickle the back of his eyes. "It was just easier to hate you, than to admit it." His smile is forced and small as his sea-stare grows shiny with tears. "I love you Amalia. I'm so fucking sorry I put you in that position. And in this one." His voice is raw now, having finally understood all she'd been trying to do. All she'd been trying to say.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
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.
