RONIN
Everything changes from something so apparently meaningless, and Ronin’s grip loosens on Remi as he peels himself away. Lips parting as if to call out a warning, the Alchemist seems to have come to that same realisation himself. Ronin chews on the inside of his lip, stepping up beside Amalia to blow out the stove, waving away the smoking dragon-cake. ”I hear they are supposed to breathe fire anyway,” he says gently, before holding up a finger in preparation for Sugar’s outrage. ”And not a word from you,” he tells the grumpy reptile.
”You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But at least stop holding it all in,” he suggests, holding out an arm for - unsurprisingly - the two of them. Because if Remi is going to end up as upset as Amalia for offering comfort, he may as well be there for them both.
”You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But at least stop holding it all in,” he suggests, holding out an arm for - unsurprisingly - the two of them. Because if Remi is going to end up as upset as Amalia for offering comfort, he may as well be there for them both.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
