the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

A sound that might have been a moan had there been any air in the alchemist’s lungs to begin with, was instead a strangled sort of gasp as Loren’s healing light, and finger, closed the split opening on his lip. Feathers nearly outnumbered his curls now as he watched the summoner pull away, shivering at the sight of his haunted smile, knowing not what it meant.

Others? There weren’t. That was precisely the problem. Aoife spoke to Ronin as if he were a star in the sky again, the sweet lullabies she cooed up to him a chilling reminder of the future racing towards them. Ianto, with whom the alchemist had made new memories of passion with? Blighted Phoebe? Lost in the woods Vai? Newly smitten with each other Deimos and Amalia? Poor lost Sam? No...all his friends had more things to worry about. More in their lives than Remi. Even Loren had his family.

The gentle nuzzling of the deer pulled at Remi’s mind, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. “Have you met Auni yet?” He hummed softly, glancing up at Loren who’d have to serve as her mouthpiece (for at least one more level).

The question of flowers was a surprising ones, but then again not really, not if Loren’s goal was to take Remi’s mind off of their current conversation. “Who says they need to bloom in winter?” The alchemist asked as a whisper of mirth swept across his tear-streaked cheeks. Kneeling down, Remi placed a hand onto the cold earth. A brilliant green sapling sprung forth, growing tall before blooming into a white flower with long slender petals almost like a snow flake. Next to it a more wooden bud appeared, this one offering up fuzzy and soft pussywillows. Lost in the magic, a veritable garden of soft pastels, vibrant screams of colour, and blooms of every size sprung up around them.