wonderland

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

Little good indeed. Crocodile tears formed in Aoife's eyes as it became clear that her struggles were getting her nowhere. Having been woken up from her nap, not of her own accord, the tiniest Taliesin was far from pleased. "Now, now." Remi soothed, pulling the girl back against his chest and pressing a kiss into her dark tangle of curls. "We cannot always have what we want." He said, perhaps a touch too pointedly.

Looking up as Ronin stood, the unsettling stillness of the tension between them making it seem as though the alchemist couldn't speak freely—are you leaving? should I follow?—Remi pushed his back against the wall so that he could stand without taking his hands off of their daughter.

"I will love you through anything." Remi said softly, but genuinely, without so much as a hint of reservation. "I asked Safrin about you." He admitted, his lips turned upwards in a smile though his expression was still woefully sad. "She said..." Biting the inside of his cheek, one of Remi's feet tapped anxiously on the ground. Swallowing, his lashes fluttered as his gaze looked up at the ceiling.

She said a season Ronin.

That you only have a season.