it was strange remy was somehow more cared for and loved, nearly ninety years after her death than she ever was in her, albeit short, life. that people who were initially total strangers ended up to LOVE her more than her foster parents, or, she shuddered at the thought of him her husband ever did. there was not enough alcohol in the world to drown her sorrows, and she wouldn’t even try. instead, she gives liz a small, teary smile and chuckles slightly, looking down at the bar. ❛ it’s rather odd, actually, i…sometimes i think i’m LUCKY. to have ended up here. with all of you. ❜ vengeful spirits excluded, naturally. ❛ you know my life…before wasn’t exactly a pretty picture. ❜
smile quells its beams as remy brings up her predeceased life : sentiment all but gone. her ear is bent with the full intention to listen, but liz won’t necessarily encourage the other to speak about such an unpleasant subject –– if only to save remy from that pain. a nod is given, slight &understanding in its short - lived nature. ❝ –– i think we’re lucky to have you. ❞ & when such a thing leaves cherry - tinted lips, the words resonate with meaning. but as the next escapes, they’re tinged with an inkling of humor, smile growing. ❝ it’s great to have someone i can gossip with. ❞
