Sometimes love is a feather

sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man

Honesty was, once upon a time, something the alchemist had in spades. Somewhere along the way he'd lost that boyish and innocent openness, and despite the heaviness he felt in his chest, he was determined not to fall back into old habits.

"No that is alright, I just had some tea. But upstairs would be nice." Remi said, letting the shakiness of his words spill out into an uncertain smile as he took another stilling breath and climbed the stairs.

sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand

Coding base by Sky!