stained starlight

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

Blood on his hands and bandages around Ronin's, Remi would not have believed when the day started that this is where it would end. But the pair were together—and Aoife was safe—and so despite everything that had happened, the alchemist dared not hope for anything more than that.

Rising and letting himself meld against the familiar shape of Ronin at his side, the alchemist shot the hunter a crooked smile. "Leave? But all my things are here." Remi quipped, waving a hand vaguely to indicate what an utter hassle it would be to ever leave the guild-master. Nudging his hip against Ronin's affectionately, the alchemist pulled away as they reached the bathroom. His clothes didn't disappear into flower petals this time, but nor did Remi simply strip them off. He'd not wear any of today's ensemble again, mostly free of blood though it was. Falling away in a slow shower of feathers, Remi waved a hand indicating he'd tend to the mess later. Blood flecked his back, the ridges of his body coated with sand from the outskirts and the stormy-winds that accompanied the elemental barriers.

"I cannot fly above the storms. I would run out of air before I made it over." Remi said almost conversationally as he turned the water on.

Remi

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