Top of the World

For a horrified moment Remi envisioned himself holding the little baby Taliesin and then suddenly transforming the bab into a lobster. Shuddering, he gave Ronin a solemn look as he pulled their drunken walk to a halt. Grabbing Ronin he stared deeply if not drunkenly, into Ronin's eyes. "I promise I won't turn your baby into a lobster." Now, it isn't easy to always explain how the mind made the leaps that it did and though there was absolutely no reason to think that Ronin did in fact know what Remi was about to suggest, he did so anyways. "Loren tol' you about tha'?" Remi asked, eyes wide as he stared at Ronin. All the alchemist could think of was that afternoon in the library, standing too terribly close to the slouchy and disheveled librarian and having Loren suggest he conjure them a pegasus to fly around on. "We hadn't figured out the wings yet.." Remi murmured uncertainly and confusingly. Though instead of feeling as he had that day (the urge to shove the librarian against his precious wall of books had never been so strong), now as he remembered it he felt nothing. Blinking slowly, Remi shrugged. "I tol' Loren I loved him regardless of how he felt...an'..he never said it back, so.." Riding off into the sunset was one thing, it just might be that Remi would make that ride alone. Such was the fate of loving a Launceleyn, probably. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space