took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

It does, yes. I don't even think we were together then, were we? It might have been before you died. He can't remember, honestly. Certainly there would have been more shenanigans had the men been a couple; there was simply no way that they could both have been nearly-naked being painted by Bastien with only a few foggy memories to show for it, if they had.

Oh there's a thought. I've heard that there are ones where you cover yourself in paint and roll around on a canvas. Wrapping his arms around Ronin's neck, once again both thankful and not for the chill of the water that keeps the effects of certain thoughts regulated. Ah well. Your idea would be the much less messy of the two.

Soundless the eels slip into the ship. Masters of camouflage as they are, the blow across the floorboards like ribbons but already their jaws have parted. Did you know that eels of this sort, if eaten, can cause a coma or even death? Who does that sound like, Remi?

Like the tentacles the alchemist used to have, one eel slips around Ronin's calf, circling and curling upward not unlike Sugar might.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay