a line at the edge

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun The praise meant nothing, though of course Remi smiled just the same. That he was looking after her well was ... was nothing. It was nothing compared to the life without a mother or father. She would have Remi, who would love her and do what he could for her always, but that wasn't the same. Remi was no Ronin, and no matter how many echoes of her father the alchemist might reproduce, Aoife would always be at a deficit without the seabird and captain at the helm of her story. At the change of topic, Remi took a steadying breath and looked down, glad for his mind to shift away from Aoife's future. "I did not know you painted." He said with a small but genuine smile, wondering what would be on the hidden canvas. Tilting his head in a decidedly avian sort of way as she said he didn't have to look, Remi did inhale a shaky and wounded breath, his lips immediately trembling as his eyebrows furrowed. I just... don't want anyone to forget what he looks like. Remi's heart clenched and his eyes immediately went to Aoife, contentedly batting up at the mobile. There were those who might forget...but there were also those who would never know. Gods it hurt. It hurt. Biting the inside of his cheek hard, Remi reached down, wanting to take Ashe's hand. "Can we look together?" When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you