[PQ] we'll be counting stars

if everything we've got is slipping away

Having brought a blanket along, Remi lay with his hands intertwined beneath his curls as he gazed up at a sky awash in colour; if only he could see it. "And now?" He whispered softly to Ronin, offering his partner a sidelong glance as he, for probably the millionth time, asked the hunter to describe the colour of the sky to him.

In a bag at his feet, Remi had brought along an assortment of candles (some he had made, some he borrowed from Sam, others he bought from a merchant in his guild), and a gift for Safrin. For a long while he couldn't properly think of what to bring the goddess who had healed him of some of his more horrific scars, who had saved Aoife, and who had brought Ronin back to life. What gift could in any way communicate all that he was so very thankful to her for?

But all he could think was the one thing she already had in abundance: stars.

Creating quite a number of them (thinking to perhaps litter them about the shrine they intended to build so that there would always be light at night for those who came to pray), the alchemist could only hope that his meagre offering would, at the very least, not seem insulting.

i meant what i said when i said until my dying day

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