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“Look at me.”
He had noticed, hadn’t he? No use hiding it now, the cut on his cheek. Reim had gotten caught in the crossfire of a mission he had not even meant to be on. The attacker had missed - well, barely. The bullet had merely grazed him, that was all.
“It… it’s not as bad as it looks. I’m fine, Xerxes.”
"There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours."
“You could not have phrased it any better.”
Reim smiled gently at her, noting how the lantern’s soft light made her hair look like honey. Public displays of affection still didn’t come naturally for him. Yet here, in the park they were strolling through with nobody but the moon herself witness their actions, Reim felt comfortable enough to let his hand slip into hers.
" You have a hole in your glasses. You should change your face in order to buy new ones though. No wonder they broke when you stared at your reflection in the mirror."
Reim stared at the creature, flabbergasted. Well, perhaps he wasn’t very concerned with how others perceived him as long as he appeared professional, but this was just plain rude.
“And what do you think gives you the right to speak of others in such a manner? Right in their face too?”
[previously filed] @chapelierchevalier
For a moment Reim considered asking the other whether he had suddenly gone deaf, but the words died on his tongue as Break hopped up to sit on the desk, dangerously close to a neatly sorted stack of forms.
He may or may not have given the impression of a fish out of water, momentarily opening and closing his mouth at a loss for words. When the following ten seconds had passed without anything abysmal happening, Reim straightened up again, meeting his friend’s smirk with a stern glare.
“You’re truly impossible, Xerxes Break.”
Reim took a moment to think about his words. “Free, huh? I... suppose I might be. Why?”
" I did not ask for your company. You came alone all along." [ Evil! Sharon]
Starters | Cold Personality
“Milady Sharon… That’s-”
Well, she was right, wasn’t she? Reim had been the one to seek her out, not vice versa. Yet, she had never before spoken to him in this tone of voice… had he done something wrong? Suddenly Reim felt all too aware of himself standing stupidly still in the doorframe - frozen like an ice sculpture the artist had abandoned in the making.
“I’m sorry..?”
❛ It’s true, I was waiting for a sign. But he never returned... ❜ Ada wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. '' I did not want to believe that he was dead...''
Reim did not know what had truly happened to Vincent in the end. Rumor had it that he was still out there somewhere, but he had taken the truthwith him - whether it was to the grave or some other faraway place.
“I… know how hard it is to lose somebody. You may not believe me now but time will lessen the pain.”
[previously filed] @laprincesseduchapelier
Reim stood in silence for a moment, processing her words. So she had not lost her memory, just... the fragments of it that contained people close to her? He knew the photograph she was speaking of - it had been taken so long ago. Losing the memories tied to it... Reim could hardly imagine what that would feel like.
He longed to dry her tears and hold her close, yet doing so would feel brash and inappropriate.
“Is there... anything at all I can do to help? I could,” he made a gesture that conveyed helplessness, “tell you stories of the past or... or re-introduce you to everyone, I...”
Reim was not sure whether his offer was useful or not. Still, to try and possibly fail to achieve something was better than to not try at all.
"You'll have to bite the bullet." ~ Gilbert
Reim visibly deflates. He knows the noble is right, yet he can’t shake his insecurities. He’s useless in the field. Maybe knows how to shoot a gun, but this matter is very much not about the theoretic parts of it.
“…And most likely end up getting in everyone’s way.”
Or get caught in the crossfire. Or eaten alive by a rogue Chain. Or otherwise fatally wounded. The possibilities are endless. A dead agent is no use to anyone either.
Reim knows he sounds like a coward. He doesn’t even mean it that way. They’re just… probably better of without him there.
