if everything we've got is slipping away
Again the alchemist's breath hitched. Never mind the manifestation of Safrin into a more corporeal being, never mind the lantern filled with starlight, never mind a goddess softly embracing Amalia and Ronin...all the alchemist could hear was the blood rushing both into and out of his head, his ears pounding with sounds reminiscent of the ocean. "The—" He felt like he couldn't breathe and his body had gone quite cold. With eyes wide and unabashedly frightened, Remi looked from Ronin to Safrin and then back again.
"—the blight is in him?" He repeated dumbly, having heard that it was quite clearly. At his side, the alchemist's fingers tightened into a fist hard enough to make his forearms tremble.
"No." Remi whispered softly, more to himself than anyone as he bit down hard on the inside of his lip. He had only just gotten Ronin back. He couldn't lose him again. Not so soon. Not ever.
"What is it? What can we do?"
"—the blight is in him?" He repeated dumbly, having heard that it was quite clearly. At his side, the alchemist's fingers tightened into a fist hard enough to make his forearms tremble.
"No." Remi whispered softly, more to himself than anyone as he bit down hard on the inside of his lip. He had only just gotten Ronin back. He couldn't lose him again. Not so soon. Not ever.
"What is it? What can we do?"
i meant what i said when i said until my dying day
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.
