took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

'Malignancy.' Remi repeats, nearly chuckling. 'Sounds fancy.' Though he was quite sure the deaths were just as painful and graceless amongst bluebloods. 'Thank you.' Closing his eyes and sinking further into the Star's reassurance, Remi's lashes flutter open as he looks at the slow play of sunlight on the ceiling. "I cannot imagine what life would have been like for her if she had lived." He can't bring himself to say that it was best that she died, his love for her still too bruised and fierce for that.

"You," Remi says, threateningly and adoringly both, as he reaches for Ronin to tug him close again. "are making everything much more difficult, you know that?" There is a towel over his lap, but Remi is still naked as is Ronin from the waist up. 'I hope so.' The alchemist's expression sobers considerable as he turns in the bed, glancing toward their pillows. Raising his brows to ask, nap?, he nods.

"Do...you think Mateo would ever want to learn? Another language, I mean." The words are rushed, the alchemist clearly uneasy with the memories that the language inspires for all the sourness that comes with it. "He'll never know her, but...perhaps I do not need to hide as much of her, as I do."

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