all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
The honesty behind the words, the awkwardness he saw in Ronin's face, was surprisingly reassuring. Though Ronin was hardly ever at a loss for words, he was always genuine as well. And just now, the sort of broad-stroked insecurity did more to persuade the alchemist that this was real than a witty-rejoinder would have.
Before he could think on it properly, Ronin had headed upstairs. Panic shot through Remi's chest and his lungs inhaled a worried torrent. Was there still blood? Would the bed be made, or would it still be the tangled sheets with a map that depicted Vanya's last moments? He couldn't remember whether or not Vai had dealt with the scene, and suddenly Remi felt very, very stupid and cowardly for having not dealt with it all sooner.
Chewing the inside of his lip and worrying lovingly over Aoife, Remi strained to listen to the sounds upstairs. Only ... it all seemed to be fine. Vai, Remi thought with a sweet sigh, pressing a kiss into Aoife's dark curls and watching as Ronin eventually reemerged.
Glancing across at his friend as he made his way over, Remi couldn't help but laugh in awkward agreement. "I know. It should not...there is no reason for it to feel strange, but it does." The alchemist agreed. Hands wrapped around Aoife, for a strange moment Remi found that he didn't quite want to give the girl over. She was Ronin's and Remi had never pretended that she was anything but that, and yet for some reason he felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness. "Well, your noodle arms are going to need to catch up. She eats more than you ever did." Remi said at last, hoping the joke might help break the tension as he held Aoife out for Ronin to take.
Before he could think on it properly, Ronin had headed upstairs. Panic shot through Remi's chest and his lungs inhaled a worried torrent. Was there still blood? Would the bed be made, or would it still be the tangled sheets with a map that depicted Vanya's last moments? He couldn't remember whether or not Vai had dealt with the scene, and suddenly Remi felt very, very stupid and cowardly for having not dealt with it all sooner.
Chewing the inside of his lip and worrying lovingly over Aoife, Remi strained to listen to the sounds upstairs. Only ... it all seemed to be fine. Vai, Remi thought with a sweet sigh, pressing a kiss into Aoife's dark curls and watching as Ronin eventually reemerged.
Glancing across at his friend as he made his way over, Remi couldn't help but laugh in awkward agreement. "I know. It should not...there is no reason for it to feel strange, but it does." The alchemist agreed. Hands wrapped around Aoife, for a strange moment Remi found that he didn't quite want to give the girl over. She was Ronin's and Remi had never pretended that she was anything but that, and yet for some reason he felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness. "Well, your noodle arms are going to need to catch up. She eats more than you ever did." Remi said at last, hoping the joke might help break the tension as he held Aoife out for Ronin to take.
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
