All Alone Together

It seemed for a moment like Remi’s call was carried away by the wind, for all of Peter lack of movement or response. The skeletal luxere by his side shifted through, the head that was unburdened by things like muscle and ligaments swivelling to fix the alchemist with an empty stare. Peter fingers stilled their slow meanderings across the ribs, and finally, he turned, his gaze distant and his face carefully neutral, though all the discipline in the world couldn’t hide the redness around his eyes. ”Remi.” He called back, a greeting and a question all in one. Why was the other man out here, why did he seem so wary? Though a paranoid, traitorous part of Peter murmured veiled threats and dangers into the back of his mind, he gave the other man a chance to explain, before jumping to any rash conclusions. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good