if everything we've got is slipping away
Safrin hadn't answered him the last time he had come, when thoughts of proposals and wedding rings had been the brightest thing in his mind. Now, with Ronin dying and Safrin likely doing the same, the alchemist held out even less hope that the goddess might appear.
But he had to try. It felt like he'd tried everything else after all.
Instead of offerings, the alchemist brought his notes. Sketches, reports, columns and charts, all filled out in meticulous detail outlining everything he knew of the blight and everything plaguing Ronin since he had been infected by it. Kneeling, his lower lip clasped between his teeth as he stifled the shaky near-sob lodged in his throat, the alchemist closed his eyes.
"Please." He whispered into the starlit night. "Please. I cannot lose him again."
But he had to try. It felt like he'd tried everything else after all.
Instead of offerings, the alchemist brought his notes. Sketches, reports, columns and charts, all filled out in meticulous detail outlining everything he knew of the blight and everything plaguing Ronin since he had been infected by it. Kneeling, his lower lip clasped between his teeth as he stifled the shaky near-sob lodged in his throat, the alchemist closed his eyes.
"Please." He whispered into the starlit night. "Please. I cannot lose him again."
i meant what i said when i said until my dying day
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
