Beneath the trees where nobody sees

what good is it live with nothing left to give?

He wished he had remained face down. He wished he had never seen what Ronin had become.

The alchemist's hands were frozen somewhere above his chest, having originally reached out to grab at who—or whatever—had attacked him. Upon seeing the blighted thing however he simply ceased moving. For what felt like an eternity Remi couldn't so much as blink or draw a breath. Where once there had been fire-blue points of light in his husband's eyes, now everything was black. The brilliant vivacity his strange new-sight painted Ronin in was entirely gone, leaving the king comprised entirely of blackened smears. Coal for eyes, ebony for hair.

It was not fear that the alchemist felt, or at least not fear for his own life. It was fear that he was too late. That Ronin was already gone.

Bristling at the voice, Remi's fingers flexed in the air, unsure whether to fall upon the thighs of his husband or around the neck of the thing controlling his body. "Ronin..." The alchemist replied in a tense tone, his breath leaving his lips in a puff of air as his eyes continued to scour the lines of the blighted king's face, looking for some indication of colour. Some sign that Ronin was still in there.

forget but not forgive, not loving all you see

Coding base by Sky!