what good is it live with nothing left to give?
Leaning back, Remi pulled Ronin up with him. It was absurd to be sitting in the king's lap, but he couldn't have minded less if he tried. Instead he simply pulling the far-too cold body against him, breathing in the damp earthy and diseased smell as if were as sweet as one of Vi's roses. "It was not you." The alchemist stuttered against Ronin's neck, the words caught in the tremor between what was both a laugh and a sob.
The alchemist shook his head at the apology, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It is not you, I know." He whispered soothingly, reaching out to softly wipe away the blackened streaks having run down Ronin's face. In an instant there were blankets in Remi's hands. The ones that he'd brought, but also ones suddenly conjured. Wrapping them around Ronin with a laugh that threatened to be a whimper if he wasn't careful.
"I miss you. I miss you more than anything." Remi whispered, knowing it wasn't fair, knowing that there was nothing Ronin could do, but needing to say the words to Ronin, while he was still there to hear them.
The alchemist shook his head at the apology, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It is not you, I know." He whispered soothingly, reaching out to softly wipe away the blackened streaks having run down Ronin's face. In an instant there were blankets in Remi's hands. The ones that he'd brought, but also ones suddenly conjured. Wrapping them around Ronin with a laugh that threatened to be a whimper if he wasn't careful.
"I miss you. I miss you more than anything." Remi whispered, knowing it wasn't fair, knowing that there was nothing Ronin could do, but needing to say the words to Ronin, while he was still there to hear them.
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.
