shut the door & cut me open

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

The walk home from Roana's townhome was a strange one. Awash in a sea of emotions that continued to churn and froth with a wicked chill at the back of the alchemist's mind no matter how hard he tried to force himself to settle, the alchemist walked like a ghost in his own body.

Roana was the one threatening the ascended. Roana, the one with a blade to Sam's throat who'd looked Remi right in the eyes and had said nothing.

Roana the one who..loved...Ronin?

There was also the unfettered rage, the lackluster hatred for how the former-soldier seemed to so easily accept genocide as a solution. The way the primal and predatory shifts inside of the alchemist wanted to claw out her throat when she goaded him to do it. The way he already knew where and how to hide a body so that it wouldn't be found.

And so, not that Remi would go anywhere else after such a strange encounter, it was straight to the guildhall and his husband that Remi went. Ronin, who'd helped him see that the laws of a land were not always just and worth following, Ronin who had said the alchemist could make his own way. And so it would be Ronin, his partner in (literal) crime and in everything else, who he needed to talk this through with.

THE

ALCHEMIST

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