For forever and a day

laughing like children, living like lovers & I guess that's why they call it the blues. Only once had Remi ever been openly defiant and he’d nearly been thrown in jail for what was a relatively small transgression. He’d torn down a poster the Launceleyn’s had put up as some sort of smear campaign against Northaven’s Master Chief. For the rest of his simple life, Remi had submitted to, bowed before, and yielded to all those who were above him. Which was just to say, everyone. But for all that Jigano had said that the alchemist did not want to believe, in this he thought that the bard might be right. Outlander he might be, if he was lesser because of anything, it was not that. With a steel rarely seen in Remi’s pale gaze, the alchemist narrowed his eyes, a raw and cold chuckle on his lips. “If you do not know who I am then I do not think it is Samuel who needs to get out more.” He said with a charming grin, though his accented voice had somehow smoothed itself sounding far less melodic. Glancing towards Sam, Remi’s gaze instantly softened, his lips twitching gently at the sides. He very much wanted to wink, or to lean forwards and kiss the tremble on his friend’s lips, but instead he just turned politely back to the man’s father. “Hmmmm,, complained you say?” Remi hummed with a twinkle in his eyes. He thought of how Sam had looked in the cave, begging to be normal. Of the upgrade Remi had procured and all the things Sam had experienced already because of it.. “Complained?” Remi repeated again. “He has been far too busy with his various accomplishments—defeating a wizard become dragon, rescuing a number of lost civilians lost in sentient books, helping to start a guild, opening a new shop, and saving my life from a mutant bear—to have time for much complaining.” The alchemist waved his hand casually, as if the list of Sam’s accomplishments was simply too long to continue, he shakily pushed himself up off of the bench, a hand going immediately to his side to brace against his ribs. His eyes never left Sam’s father though. “—all that and yet he never mentioned you at all.” Remi finished, a warm smile on his lips that was not evident in his voice. Indeed a predatory gold began to bleed in from the edges of his pale irises as his smile widened. “I am Remi Abruzzo. And you are?”