walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi felt it and was comforted by it. Comforted that Ronin too was lost in this, that he wasn't the only idiot who'd gone out to see with nothing but a puddle and the now-known to be fucking absurd idea that it would all turn out alright.
It wouldn't. It hadn't. It never would again it seemed, but at least they were there together. Though they'd filled the silence with the screaming of their bodies as they'd done so many times before, it wasn't to hide what had happened. It was to acknowledge it.
"I don't want another. I don't want to make sweet charms to remember her by, and in years to come, I don't want to reminisce about what she might have been." As he said this, he could already see sea-shells cut into stars for trade on the beaches and it made him grimace against the ridge of Ronin's collar bones. Arching his back and pressing up to look down at Ronin, the alchemist regarded his husband with shockingly clear eyes.
It wouldn't. It hadn't. It never would again it seemed, but at least they were there together. Though they'd filled the silence with the screaming of their bodies as they'd done so many times before, it wasn't to hide what had happened. It was to acknowledge it.
"I don't want another. I don't want to make sweet charms to remember her by, and in years to come, I don't want to reminisce about what she might have been." As he said this, he could already see sea-shells cut into stars for trade on the beaches and it made him grimace against the ridge of Ronin's collar bones. Arching his back and pressing up to look down at Ronin, the alchemist regarded his husband with shockingly clear eyes.
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.
