i cannot make my anger beautiful
"Has she now.." Remi says wonderingly, grinning stupidly against Ronin's kiss. "My, you're just full of good ideas today." And it is a good idea of course, but the Alchemist can't help but nudge his counterpart playfully just the same. Pulling in a breath of air saturated with rain and salt, Remi too lets himself simply enjoy the strange normalcy of morning-tea on their porch. No one is bleeding, no murders have been committed (well, not that he knows of, but he can't vouch for Ronin's whereabouts that morning), and to his mind no more unplanned children are going to show up on their doorstep.
It is, for the first time in a long, long while, a good day.
"Alright then. Shall I scale the walls myself or do you have a cloud to spare?"
It is, for the first time in a long, long while, a good day.
"Alright then. Shall I scale the walls myself or do you have a cloud to spare?"
THE ALCHEMIST
anymore than i can make my pain sweet
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.
