RONIN
"Me? Husband of the Governor, bartering for his own clothes?" Ronin pretended to sound utterly outraged. "I don't think I can support this any longer, Remi. There's only so much a man can be expected to take." Grinning, he brushed his thumb across the Alchemist's cheek. "I can understand missing it. But it's been a very long time since you made anything just with your hands, so maybe it will be nice to get back to that." It paled in comparison to what he had lost, but it was something at least.
Remi got to his feet and Ronin tracked him with his eyes, tilting his head as he watched him grow still in the moonlight. As he began to fade into the shadows, the hunter snorted. "People will call you a demi god, you know," he said. "Sorry, I just can't help but find it funny how I radiate light and you become shadows. We have become a trope, Remi." He beamed.
Remi got to his feet and Ronin tracked him with his eyes, tilting his head as he watched him grow still in the moonlight. As he began to fade into the shadows, the hunter snorted. "People will call you a demi god, you know," he said. "Sorry, I just can't help but find it funny how I radiate light and you become shadows. We have become a trope, Remi." He beamed.
one more wish for you
