shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Good, Ronin thought privately regarding the Launceleyn's thanks, still not so sure how he felt about the librarian's glorious return. He had been blighted in the only meetings he'd had with the man, and even then he had been primed and ready to have to murder the fuck out of have a few very stern words about boundaries when it came to Remi. As much as the alchemist had meant to the Launceleyn - if, indeed, he had meant anything at all - a lot had happened since he had disappeared. An infinity had passed, or so it felt. But it appeared he was very, very much too late to the party. A mirthless smile flickered across his face as he reached the guildhall door, leaning the shovel up against it. While you were away was a sweet but inaccurate way of saying while you were fucking crazy and sleeping in an animal carcass in the woods. "I see," he said, at hearing they had been to the Sidhe Village together. "So you two have been meeting regularly, then?" he asked, clicking open the doors. Only to slam them shut again abruptly at hearing that the Launceleyn's admission of love had come around so soon after. "What?" he half whispered, swallowing down a very hot and bitter sensation in his throat. "How does one say I love you not like that?" he asked, glancing back at the alchemist with sudden tension and a mire of unknown for what he was going to do with the information. "And how did that visit go? It got you your sight back, evidently."