looking like that, you'll open some wounds
Remi nods, not wanting to ruin the banter they've managed to stumble on again with the truth. Varus very likely will have to worry about Remi, but not today at least.
"Tell Isla..." Frowning, Remi finds that his mind has gone absolutely vacant. Tell Isla what, exactly? That he wants to know more of her life choices? That he is owed an explanation? That his feelings are on the cusp of being hurt by the things he's thinking up in his own head? "..that I said hello." He decides at last. Isla wasn't his, nor his to manage or demand things from. At the very least if Varus mentioned that he'd met Remi, it might give the medic some context.
"You too." He agrees, feeling his bones itch as the door clicks shut and his mind imagines all the things that might take place within. Go home, you idiot, he thinks to himself, recalling Isla calling him a hopeless romantic as he idly rubs at the marks on his wrist.
And so he does.
~FIN
"Tell Isla..." Frowning, Remi finds that his mind has gone absolutely vacant. Tell Isla what, exactly? That he wants to know more of her life choices? That he is owed an explanation? That his feelings are on the cusp of being hurt by the things he's thinking up in his own head? "..that I said hello." He decides at last. Isla wasn't his, nor his to manage or demand things from. At the very least if Varus mentioned that he'd met Remi, it might give the medic some context.
"You too." He agrees, feeling his bones itch as the door clicks shut and his mind imagines all the things that might take place within. Go home, you idiot, he thinks to himself, recalling Isla calling him a hopeless romantic as he idly rubs at the marks on his wrist.
And so he does.
~FIN
THE LULLABY
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.
