took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

"You were a baron. Surely you used windows for more than that." The alchemist protests, knowing full well that Ronin had spent years in soldier's camps and whatnot, but still conjuring up images of a younger man slipping in and out of various windows.

"Shows how much you know. I wrote one to Morgan just a few days ago. And it...well. The quality of my penmanship wasn't what I need to work on." Remi replies with a crook smile as he fusses with the paper.

"Mm?" He doesn't know what he's said—hadn't it been what?—and finds himself unable to answer the latter of what's asked of him. "I..." Remi's throat suddenly feels coarse and his eyes sting. Shaking his head the alchemist turns, sea-bright eyes devoid of laughter that grow darker by the moment. "I've just realized...we live somewhere now...where two of the people I love most would be killed if they ever tried to come here."

For a moment the alchemist says nothing. Does nothing. Then, suddenly, he lashes out at a cup currently being used to hold pens on the counter, sending it flying and shattering against a wall. "Fanculo." He swears under his breath, before clenching his teeth together and pinching the bridge of his nose.

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