the cosmos in my coffee

i've got a river for a soul

'I think so.' Remi says thoughtfully. "She'll probably still need help with that though...when it comes to Sunjata, or even Safrin." Articulate though Kamaria might be, Remi couldn't imagine that she'd be able to stand her ground against her father.

Ronin's eyes still blaze a bright and untethered blue even in the low light of morning. This was the blue he wanted. These eyes and these hands, and gods but it was so clear that a pebble blue gaze and blush pink lips were no more than a passing craving. With a sensation not unlike the rise of an orgasm in that it pulsed and expanded and filled Remi's body with a lightness that had him nearly laughing, he delays his reciprocation of love that he might instead fix Ronin with a skeptical stare.

"And how would that have helped either of it?" The alchemist wonders, pressing his lips against the jut of the Huntsman's collar bones. "You, wiling away your hours with Archebold in jail, while I was put to death?" Again that feeling of joyful expansion fills his lungs, leaving the alchemist grinning stupidly, before giving his head a slow shake. "Besides, we'd never had had Aoife if you'd done that." He whispers adoringly, his voice free of the usually melancholy that even speaking their daughter's name usually brings.