quarter past midnight

R E M I The alchemist can't help but snort as he shakes his head. "That feels like a lifetime ago." He says with a wry but dark grin, thinking of the basement. Of all those stoic faces gathered 'round, of abdications and grand speeches, condemnations and lofty plans. It all seemed like so much then, and yet it was all infinitely easier than it was now. With a glance, Remi offers the ascended a tight-lipped smile as he tugs in a breath. He more than hopes the roses are working, but of course there is a well-spring of anxiety and disbelief coursing through him at almost all times. "Mmm. If only Vi saw fit simply to heal the sick, rather than having us plant flowers in the middle of winter." He grumbled with uncharacteristic darkness, giving his head a light shake. How has he been? Exhaling softly and turning slightly to face his friend, Remi merely shakes his head. "Never worse." He whispers. At least last time he knew Ronin was dead, rather than merely wondering about it day after day. Even so, he tries to offer her a smile. Images flash behind his eyes though, of Ronin tearing holes in him, Phoebe biting him, Loren telling him he didn't wish to be friends, didn't wish to speak to the alchemist. It was all so, so very much. Still though, he offered Rex as much of a boyish smile as he could before sighing back against the fire. "That said, your wedding was easily the highlite of the past few weeks." And much as he adored Rex and Bastien, it was perhaps a bit sad that that was true.