took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

"And what is my point of view?" Remi wonders, shivering slightly with heat, more than any sort of chill, to feel the puff of the Star's breath that accompanies his lips. The story Ronin tells is absolutely not one that Remi had ever considered before, but he can certainly understand how it might prompt a man like Cian to take it more seriously. "What if you say all of that, and I stand menacingly in the corner?" It's said as if it might be a joke, but honestly, if left to Remi, he might end up killing Cian should he find himself too tongue-tied.

The stairs are uncomfortable to climb, wet as he is everywhere, and no sooner have they entered their room than Remi is stripping himself naked. With his shirt pulled partially over his head, Ronin's question has the alchemist abruptly stopping. There's a sudden silence through the attuned bond, not because Remi is blocking anything out, but because his mind has suddenly been stripped blank. The only emotion present is one akin to sinful regret, and it's with fingers that threaten to shake that he finally removes his shirt.

"Did it." Remi mumbles, balling up his shirt and tossing it onto the ground. "It..it translates most closely to fuck, I suppose." He replies in a low voice, his tone sounding surprisingly like guilt. For all the world Remi looks like he might be back in Northaven, with Baron-Ronin having found out he was gay, such was his sudden shift in demeanour.

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