what good is it live with nothing left to give?
There was some horrific juxtaposition between his blighted husband and the magical rose. Like blood from a unicorn there were simply things meant not to be, and yet as the hunter stalked away, the alchemist could see that indeed it was so; the rose crushed amidst the snow.
He'd not follow Ronin of course (not immediately anyway). Instead, kneeling down with a soft frown on his lips and nearly-ingrained sadness in his eyes, the alchemist's fingers reached out towards the crushed petals and broken stalk. Magic poured from him even as tears stung the back of his eyes. Biting on his lower lip to keep his whispery panic at bay, Remi forced the flower back to life as if this small offering could in any way be made global.
If I can fix this, I can fix you.
But he couldn't, and he knew it.
"Please.." Remi whispered as he picked up the rose, and then another, and another. "..please..don't go again.."
He'd not follow Ronin of course (not immediately anyway). Instead, kneeling down with a soft frown on his lips and nearly-ingrained sadness in his eyes, the alchemist's fingers reached out towards the crushed petals and broken stalk. Magic poured from him even as tears stung the back of his eyes. Biting on his lower lip to keep his whispery panic at bay, Remi forced the flower back to life as if this small offering could in any way be made global.
If I can fix this, I can fix you.
But he couldn't, and he knew it.
"Please.." Remi whispered as he picked up the rose, and then another, and another. "..please..don't go again.."
forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
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.
