a long cold walk after midnight

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

The flight from the shrine in the Greatwood to Roana's townhome was not a particularly short one, and yet it felt as though it was over in the blink of an eye. That likely had more to do with the unwieldy and rampant thoughts bristling through his mind than the actual speed at which he and Amalia flew.

This type of raw anger was so foreign to Remi that it made him feel nauseous and uncertain, though his predatory shifts were keen to remind him that the tearing of flesh, the smell and taste of blood, and the breaking of bones would go far to alleviate his stress. The scariest part of all was that he knew they were right. For a time, at least. But the alchemist was not blighted; there was no excuse for his behaviour. And so as he flew he counselled himself to be restrained, to keep his anger in check, to not cause harm.

It was a mantra unlike any he'd ever needed before.

Landing on Roana's doorstep, Remi merely glanced behind him to offer a quick nod to Amalia, before knocking loudly on the door. "Roana. It is Remi and Amalia. I would speak with you." Then, through teeth threatening to turn into fangs he added, "Now."

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ALCHEMIST

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