what good is it live with nothing left to give?
Remi was still the more spry and agile of the pair, and so as 'Ronin' darted so effortlessly away, the alchemist found himself frowning at the receding silhouette of his husband. As for the need for silence? Were they running towards something? Or away? Glancing over his shoulder Remi saw nothing but silent wood, and ahead was more of the same. Pulling in lung fulls of frigid air, the alchemist did his best to keep up but was finding himself falling short time and time again. "Ronin, what are we—"
Knocked flat, Remi's face was shoved into the snow. Feathers careened down from his curls to his arms and back beneath layers of warm sweaters. Trying to press himself up to gasp for air, he tried desperately to look over his shoulder to see what it was pinning him to the ground. Despite how large his shifts were, it still wasn't instinctual for Remi to fight back, and so rather than trying to knock the weight aside, the alchemist merely tried to roll onto his back to better appraise the situation.
Knocked flat, Remi's face was shoved into the snow. Feathers careened down from his curls to his arms and back beneath layers of warm sweaters. Trying to press himself up to gasp for air, he tried desperately to look over his shoulder to see what it was pinning him to the ground. Despite how large his shifts were, it still wasn't instinctual for Remi to fight back, and so rather than trying to knock the weight aside, the alchemist merely tried to roll onto his back to better appraise the situation.
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.
