wonderland

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

Ronin's heartbeat was almost all that he was focused on. That and Aoife of course. The smell of her, the tangible weight that somehow steadied him in this strange and abrupt storm. As he glanced up to the ghost in the doorway, Remi had the unmistakable expression of one beat down and yet still eager for affection. It was a look his father had often chastised him for, and yet for all the old man's bitterness, it had always remained. That gentle optimism that made Remi so eager to forgive.

"It is nothing." The alchemist replied in a low voice, despite the multitude of feathers having been plucked from him, but also anxiously shed as well. Seeing her father, Aoife immediately gurgled a happy hello, her chubby fingers reaching up towards him. Glancing up, Remi's brows twitched a silent question that he couldn't bear to actually ask.