we can't make any promises now

"Tch." Remi clucked beneath his tongue. "Have you always been so fond of telling me what to do?" He asked with a raised brow and patient smile. "You might be confusing me with Wessex," The alchemist countered just as Loren might have known he would. "Though I suppose it is an honest mistake to make, what with how alike we are." Which couldn't be farther from the truth of course, not to mention the Launceleyn had nearly had sex with one of them. "Yes. Why chose the easier option when sheer force of will might do the trick." Even so, the conciliatory puff of air the alchemist directed up into his curls seemed to be answer enough. Loren could do it his way, if he was so determined to. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences