you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Ronin's voice snaps the alchemist out of his hate-filled reverie, but only by degrees. 'I won't get hurt.' Because...well. He was at the point where he couldn't. Not physically, anyway, not that that was what Ronin meant. The comment about stubbornness has the alchemist flinching slightly and biting down on his tongue lest he snarl his husband's way. "I can still hate it, even if there's nothing I can do." The Lullaby says, softly seething. Not unlike those first days in Torchline, Remi is like a bed of coals, where even the tiniest breath had the potential to ignite his fires. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little annoyed at Ronin's complacent acceptance of this entire situation. The Star wasn't wrong of course, Remi just wasn't ready to be so level-headed about it all quite yet. (If ever).
'It isn't that it isn't worth it." Remi corrects automatically. "Just that...it isn't like being with you." Sighing and letting his head flop forward onto Ronin's shoulder, Remi gives it one miserable shake before slumping bonelessly against his husband. "I'll try."
'It isn't that it isn't worth it." Remi corrects automatically. "Just that...it isn't like being with you." Sighing and letting his head flop forward onto Ronin's shoulder, Remi gives it one miserable shake before slumping bonelessly against his husband. "I'll try."
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
