The Unimaginable

Remi didn't hear the knock on the door, didn't hear Sam calling out. The guildhall was large to be sure, but Remi couldn't hear much of anything at the moment. Curled about Aoife as a massive lion, his first task had been feeding her. Though she couldn't possibly have understood what had happened, still Remi pretended like everything was fine. Only Sugar knew, for she had keenly felt it. Blessfully though, she was as silent as the alchemist was on the subject. Having fed and changed his god-daughter, he swaddled her before the fire, shifted as he couldn't be bothered with cleaning himself up, and curled around her. For what felt like an eternity, he merely watched her with blank honey-coloured eyes, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. As Sam entered, that was all he would see: the bed of blankets in which he and Ronin had been sleeping on before the fire, Sugar's den she'd created from gods knew what, and a lion curled up around a sleeping child. R Ǝ M I Since you burned me at the stake, all of my feelings went away At least there’s no feelings in my way