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Naively, perhaps, Remi didn't have the heart to care. He did care in one sense, but the drama of the Launceleyn's was a far cry from the overpowering euphoria that was the ring on his finger, the changed last name, the man who was now his husband. But Edrei had stolen into the guildhall, had clouded over Ronin's mood, and had also apparently named Jigano as king.
So here they were, in the basement all together again.
With a soft nod to all those present, the alchemist leaned against one of the walls, wrapping his arms around himself and feeling Ronin's heart beating through the ring on his finger. The important question asked—the alchemist's shattered gaze seeking out Rory with a concerned flash of his eyes to hear the chill in his friend's voice—Remi consigned himself simply to listen.
So here they were, in the basement all together again.
With a soft nod to all those present, the alchemist leaned against one of the walls, wrapping his arms around himself and feeling Ronin's heart beating through the ring on his finger. The important question asked—the alchemist's shattered gaze seeking out Rory with a concerned flash of his eyes to hear the chill in his friend's voice—Remi consigned himself simply to listen.
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.
