dire engagements

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be

Remi blinks at Ronin but doesn’t really seem to see him. His seaglass eyes fix somewhere near Ronin’s shoulder, unfocused, as if trying to peer through water. There’s scruff along his jaw, grown out longer than usual. He sways faintly in the doorway, one hand resting against the edge of it as if to anchor himself.

"Saturday," he says after a pause, frowning. Then he rolls his eyes and corrects himself, a faint, distracted gesture. "Sunday. We went past midnight."

Ronin’s next words land strangely. All week. Remi’s frown deepens; he lifts his gaze as though that might sharpen the picture. "All week?" he echoes, soft, faint, the words like a question in a language he’s half-forgotten. It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t seem to know why.

"I’m fine," he adds quickly, ruffling a hand through his curls in a gesture that looks more habitual than convincing. "Like I told Isla—I’m just tired."

Inside the apartment, a light flickers once. Then again as a thin, stuttering glow seeps out past the doorframe, brushing over the back of Remi’s arm.

but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3