without you things go hazy

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

The rain abated hours ago, as did the winds. Still, Remi can hear the howl of the monsoons in his ears. Or perhaps that's merely the slow roll of thunder that purrs through the attuned bond from a man with eyes as blue and dark as the storms they've just left. Bone-tired as Remi is from the flight, as they touch down outside of their apartment in the plaza, adrenaline sparks anew in his veins. "I love you." It's what he had said when he and Star had met up on the beaches of Torchline to fly home, and it's all that he says now as he opens their front door. It's all he can think to say, and all he feels in the moment.

That Ronin has only bloody knuckles to show for his talk with Sunjata is either a very good, or a very bad thing. The alchemist makes no assumptions as he locks the door behind them and turns to regard the Star with eyes that are softly adoring. Not bothering to tend to any of the lights in his shop, Remi nods his head toward the spiral staircase in the corner. "It has been a while since I got to play doctor."