The Unimaginable

The alchemist couldn't think. All there was in his life now was Aoife. That's all he wanted. Just her in this dark and fresh hell he found himself in. But that wasn't what he got. Right now he had increasing bodily wounds and this man who cared far too much. Remi wasn't worth caring about. Ronin had been, and he'd died in a pit. "It must be very hard?" Remi snapped back, his voice like ice. It must be very hard? No. Losing his memories had been very hard. Surviving LongNight had been very hard. Making alcohol faster than the drunks at the Rathskeller could drink it was very hard. Losing Ronin was impossible. "I am fine." Remi concluded, magically pulling the bottle from the water as he pressed a kiss with sudden delicateness against Aoife's head. "Are you ready for more?" He whispered into what would eventually become a full head of dark curls. With a sidelong glance at Sam, Remi stalked back into the great room, plopping himself easily by the fire, and began to feed Aoife. Rocking back and forth despite how it must make his body ache, Remi's interactions with his goddaughter seemed to be the only window into the man he was before Ronin's death, the one who cared, and loved, and laughed. 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