love was burning red

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

Scrubbing his hands over his eyes at that, Remi far too an expressive and feel-sy man to not react at least a little to the recollection of his husband’s death, merely made a non-committal noise of acknowledgement. Those had been some of his darkest days to be sure, and though he’d drastically changed in the weeks and monsters which had followed (killing a man, topping the list of changes), he’d had Ronin by his side for all of it. Back then though, it was just Remi, Aoife, and the ghosts that haunted the guild.

“You know...now that we can both fly, we could start top down. I do not believe anyone has done that yet.” To his knowledge, Sam and Jigano had made it up a few spirals of the staircase before coming back. Then, with a crooked grin, Remi raised a brow as he gave his husband a curious look. “So...what does a soul even look like?” How would they even know what they were looking for?