I will fight the end
"Ah yes, you hoarder. I should have known that I would have you forever when you started moving some of your alchemy ingredients in here," Ronin remarked fondly, letting Remi go with obvious reluctance but watching as his clothes scattered to feathers around them and smiling. But the alchemist would not be alone in his shower, Ronin stripping off as well as Remi turned the water on.
"Oh?" he said, mildly curious as if they were talking about the weather. Which in a way, they were, he supposed. "Is it that bad, then, up there?" To have to hold his breath... Ronin conjured visions of hurricanes and sandstorms, lightning and tornados mingling into the imagery, and he wrinkled his nose at the mental picture of Remi having to fly through it, battered and thrown by the currents.
In the meantime the water had warmed, and Ronin ushered them both under the stream of it so he could help to clean the blood from Remi's back, the dust from his hair, the salt and sweat from his skin.
"Oh?" he said, mildly curious as if they were talking about the weather. Which in a way, they were, he supposed. "Is it that bad, then, up there?" To have to hold his breath... Ronin conjured visions of hurricanes and sandstorms, lightning and tornados mingling into the imagery, and he wrinkled his nose at the mental picture of Remi having to fly through it, battered and thrown by the currents.
In the meantime the water had warmed, and Ronin ushered them both under the stream of it so he could help to clean the blood from Remi's back, the dust from his hair, the salt and sweat from his skin.
'til the end is here
