took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

"I feel as though this would be easier if I could still be an octopus." Remi says thoughtfully, peering over the edge of the cliffs. He isn't concerned about falling of course, and in fact plans to jump any second. It's an entirely unnecessary way of getting down to the water, which is precisely why he's proposed it.

With a manta stone tucked under his shirt, Remi considers removing his clothing but decides against it. In all likelihood, he and Ronin won't end up back at the top of the cliffs after this adventure so there's no sense in making more work for himself.

"I forgot to mention." The alchemist murmurs, peeling his eyes away from the frothy spray below and reaching to cup Ronin's face softly in his hands. Delicately, he presses his lips against the Star's, though it's less of a kiss, and more just mumbled words. "..this is absolutely a race." So saying he gives his husband's shoulders a shove before turning and throwing himself off of the Falling.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay