hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Shame and guilt...these were things the alchemist had felt from the Star before. Perhaps not so keenly as he did now, but there was nothing intrinsic to the emotions that could have predicted what was to come. Fingers tight against Ronin's ashen and cool cheeks, Remi offered his husband a wavery smile, knowing it was nothing more than a candle during a gale, but knowing it would last just the same. The question of whether it would be enough had been tested time and time again with the pair, more lately than ever before, and the alchemist had no doubt it would weather this particular storm.
Shut it, you. Remi chuckled back, the chill of the Star's hand quickening the pace of Remi's heart as he stared into eyes that were far too tumultuous a blue.
Safrin woke me.. Remi's jaw clenched and his mouth went dry. Images flickered through the bond, and though imagery was not always guaranteed, enough of the emotion slipped through to paint a fairly accurate picture. The alchemist could hear the blood in his ears so loudly he thought perhaps the sea had gone silent. His skin went clammy and cold such that Ronin's touch was suddenly gone.
She said I...
The roaring turned to a buzz and all there was for Remi to see was blue.
...I have a ..
Gods how he loved this man an impossible amount.
..a daughter.
Remi felt his heart lurch in his chest, his stomach muscles tighten as a shiver wracked through him. It might have been from the Leafchange chill and his lack of clothes, but of course it wasn't.
The dream that wasn't a dream had produced a daughter, but not for him. The alchemist squeezed his eyes closed, falling back from his heels hard into the sand. He tried to keep his hands on some part of Ronin—knees perhaps—but everything felt cold and far away. Looking down numbly and mutely at the mass of scar tissue on his chest, Remi stared at it blankly, as if expecting to feel the warm rush of Aoife's blood there all over again. He'd loved that little girl with everything he had. Everything he'd done had been for her, and he'd nearly lost it all when she was taken. He damned Ronin on these very sands for daring to place her life in his undeserving hands that it might be taken away, and even all these months later, he'd never forgive Ronin that.
"Ro—" He tried, but his lips were dry and cold.
I can't. Not again.
Shut it, you. Remi chuckled back, the chill of the Star's hand quickening the pace of Remi's heart as he stared into eyes that were far too tumultuous a blue.
Safrin woke me.. Remi's jaw clenched and his mouth went dry. Images flickered through the bond, and though imagery was not always guaranteed, enough of the emotion slipped through to paint a fairly accurate picture. The alchemist could hear the blood in his ears so loudly he thought perhaps the sea had gone silent. His skin went clammy and cold such that Ronin's touch was suddenly gone.
She said I...
The roaring turned to a buzz and all there was for Remi to see was blue.
...I have a ..
Gods how he loved this man an impossible amount.
..a daughter.
Remi felt his heart lurch in his chest, his stomach muscles tighten as a shiver wracked through him. It might have been from the Leafchange chill and his lack of clothes, but of course it wasn't.
The dream that wasn't a dream had produced a daughter, but not for him. The alchemist squeezed his eyes closed, falling back from his heels hard into the sand. He tried to keep his hands on some part of Ronin—knees perhaps—but everything felt cold and far away. Looking down numbly and mutely at the mass of scar tissue on his chest, Remi stared at it blankly, as if expecting to feel the warm rush of Aoife's blood there all over again. He'd loved that little girl with everything he had. Everything he'd done had been for her, and he'd nearly lost it all when she was taken. He damned Ronin on these very sands for daring to place her life in his undeserving hands that it might be taken away, and even all these months later, he'd never forgive Ronin that.
"Ro—" He tried, but his lips were dry and cold.
I can't. Not again.
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.
