the lullaby
A rhythm, tapped out no more strongly than that of fingertips on a thigh, echoes from Remi's mind: I can't, followed by I have to. More swiftly than ocean waters lapping against a cliff face to gradually erode it, but with the same constant gentle pressure, the words begin to consume the alchemist such that his knees threaten to buckle, his mouth goes dry, and the world begins to spin.
Clasping his free hand against the collar of Ronin's shirt, Remi murmurs a desperate sort of sound as the world loses colour. Only the blue of Ronin's eyes remain, and its into them that the alchemist feels himself begin to fall.
"It was the Voice..." He hears himself say. "I thought with the meeting being about peace, that she wouldn't...but gods with Isla, there...she..." There's a pressure in the back of his throat that makes his lips part in a gasp, only he can't tell if it's laughter or a sob.
"...she could have..." Gods but Ronin's eyes are so blue and the rest of the world is so dark.
Clasping his free hand against the collar of Ronin's shirt, Remi murmurs a desperate sort of sound as the world loses colour. Only the blue of Ronin's eyes remain, and its into them that the alchemist feels himself begin to fall.
"It was the Voice..." He hears himself say. "I thought with the meeting being about peace, that she wouldn't...but gods with Isla, there...she..." There's a pressure in the back of his throat that makes his lips part in a gasp, only he can't tell if it's laughter or a sob.
"...she could have..." Gods but Ronin's eyes are so blue and the rest of the world is so dark.
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
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.
