The world seemed to whine in his ears, the landscape of Rory's face and the horizon line behind him shifting unhelpfully as Remi tried to steady his gaze. Running his thumb and middle finger across his eyes, the alchemist pushed for a moment as if the pressure might stop whatever throbbing pit of feeling was jostling just outside of mental reach. The only problem was that Remi didn't know if he should reach for it, or run.
Are you alright?
Letting his hand fall and catching Aoife out of the corner of slowly opening lashes, Remi wanted to shake his head. Do I look alright? He wanted to ask, and not in a snippy rhetorical way, but with all the honesty he could muster. Do I look alright to you, Rory? Like the man you once met? Can you see the holes in me that I can so clearly feel? Does the wind blow right through me? I feel so thin that I think it might. Nothing feels real anymore.
But giving someone an out normally meant you were looking for one as well. Besides, the ghost of whatever had once lingered wasn't enough to obligate Rory to care. That Remi hadn't forgotten the farmer didn't mean it was now a crucible for the blonde to endure. And so, clearing his throat and trying to stand straight and steady, Remi that sad and boyish smile that Jigano so loved to fault him for, and nodded.
"Just the heat." He said, the flush in his cheeks suggesting that this might well be true. "I did not mean to intrude. But with Vai close to delivering her own baby, I thought we could come for the goat's milk ourselves."
Are you alright?
Letting his hand fall and catching Aoife out of the corner of slowly opening lashes, Remi wanted to shake his head. Do I look alright? He wanted to ask, and not in a snippy rhetorical way, but with all the honesty he could muster. Do I look alright to you, Rory? Like the man you once met? Can you see the holes in me that I can so clearly feel? Does the wind blow right through me? I feel so thin that I think it might. Nothing feels real anymore.
But giving someone an out normally meant you were looking for one as well. Besides, the ghost of whatever had once lingered wasn't enough to obligate Rory to care. That Remi hadn't forgotten the farmer didn't mean it was now a crucible for the blonde to endure. And so, clearing his throat and trying to stand straight and steady, Remi that sad and boyish smile that Jigano so loved to fault him for, and nodded.
"Just the heat." He said, the flush in his cheeks suggesting that this might well be true. "I did not mean to intrude. But with Vai close to delivering her own baby, I thought we could come for the goat's milk ourselves."
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
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.
