Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Letting his cheek angle against the top of Ronin's head once the Huntsman had thoroughly smooched it, Remi sighs softly as he considers their knees as well as the state of his (non)feelings for the Remedy. "I did not say it of course, but ... part of me wonders if we were such good friends, and if she still has all the emotion she says she does, why did she not just...drop by after the war? Even if she was worried about the Voice, she is an Ancient now, so..." The onus of the situation was easy enough to pass onto Isla given what Remi did or didn't feel, but it had struck him as odd that she'd never tried to reach back out. "Even if it was just to yell at me."
Raising his eyebrows and feeling some small sense of relief, Remi smiles into Ronin's wet hair. "I am glad to hear it. It does not sound like the sort of thing I would do." He mumbles, of throwing Isla away. Then again, loving someone almost as much as Ronin and sleeping with a woman multiple times also doesn't sound like the sort of thing he'd do.
"I was wondering whether or not I should go and read the notes I left for myself, or..." He shrugs; maybe he'd just avoid King's End forever, if that's what was best.
Raising his eyebrows and feeling some small sense of relief, Remi smiles into Ronin's wet hair. "I am glad to hear it. It does not sound like the sort of thing I would do." He mumbles, of throwing Isla away. Then again, loving someone almost as much as Ronin and sleeping with a woman multiple times also doesn't sound like the sort of thing he'd do.
"I was wondering whether or not I should go and read the notes I left for myself, or..." He shrugs; maybe he'd just avoid King's End forever, if that's what was best.
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.
