I'd bring you further roses

i've got a river for a soul

With a relieved laugh, Remi exhales and nods. "That helps." He says with a grin, storing those aesthetic choices away in a place he wouldn't soon forget.

Biting at the inside of his lip, Remi watches as Maeve's entire demeanor seems to change. This isn't a side he's seen of her, this vulnerability and honesty, and though he doesn't find it surprising at all, his breath catches in his throat just the same. Snorting a note of disapproval, the alchemist raises his eyes to the cloudless sky and the stars that twinkle above, free of Safrin's influence. "That is probably for the best." He all but grunts. "But then, after I broke Hotaru out of jail, he and I are not on the best terms, so..." Shrugging, Remi's expression is one that well knows how petulant he likely sounds.

'Does...that mean Safrin will be putting someone in his place, or...?" The question is hardly out before the world around them shivers with a cool breeze. The words, not Ronin sigh from every surface before Remi has a chance to rein-in his feelings. But gods, not Ronin. Please, not Ronin.