we live in a world someone else imagined
"A question best asked to her directly," Ronin says softly. He doesn't blame Remi for his anger, knowing all too well that if their roles were reversed he probably wouldn't have even been this patient. As the other man lifts him up so easily, he slumps bonelessly against him, his arms slipping around his shoulders. And it's with a gurgle of protest that he agrees with the cold air against his bare skin, letting the alchemist put him to bed without complaint.
"A lot of things, but that can wait until tomorrow," he mumbles. "Ice cream for breakfast, maybe. New robes for us both. A statue of myself where the Tower used to be." He reaches out to pat the bed beside him, inviting Remi in, before continuing. "A chocolate fountain. A store named after me. You naked except for a ribbon tied around you, like a present..."
"A lot of things, but that can wait until tomorrow," he mumbles. "Ice cream for breakfast, maybe. New robes for us both. A statue of myself where the Tower used to be." He reaches out to pat the bed beside him, inviting Remi in, before continuing. "A chocolate fountain. A store named after me. You naked except for a ribbon tied around you, like a present..."
the dark star
