i'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
Loren forced healing into his bones, pressing life into him. Ronin's singing and Aoife's laughter died away, the sullen screams of the world around him and the sky sun-shiny bright despite the horrors below pulled at his consciousness.
His eyelashes fluttered. Then opened.
Gasping in a full lung full of air, the alchemist half-sat up before pain ricocheted through his being. Whatever clothing he'd been wearing had been torn to shreds allowing forPhoebe 's application of balm, but the alchemist did his best to slap it away. He wanted the pain. If he was to be alive, by gods he wanted it to hurt.
Looking up at Loren with a feral heat in his eyes, no longer sea-glass green but now merely shattered jade, he stretched an arm up to grab at the healer's collar if he could to shove him away. There was little strength in the motion, but hate and grief enough to speak volumes into the gesture.
"..made...a-prom..s.." The alchemist gurgled, eyebrows knitted together as blood trickled from his lips. "Let...m..go..." He tried again, but he hardly wanted his strength for that.
Words didn't matter. Somewhere far away in the frenzy of it all Ronin might feel Remi's heartbeat against his finger. That didn't matter either.
Fingers suddenly jagged with claws, the alchemist tore at his own throat with one hand and the healed-circle of flesh on his stomach with the either. Have you ever seen what a lion's claws can do, up close and with no protection or defense?
He'd promised to keep her safe. The least he could now was not let her be alone.
His eyelashes fluttered. Then opened.
Gasping in a full lung full of air, the alchemist half-sat up before pain ricocheted through his being. Whatever clothing he'd been wearing had been torn to shreds allowing for
Looking up at Loren with a feral heat in his eyes, no longer sea-glass green but now merely shattered jade, he stretched an arm up to grab at the healer's collar if he could to shove him away. There was little strength in the motion, but hate and grief enough to speak volumes into the gesture.
"..made...a-prom..s.." The alchemist gurgled, eyebrows knitted together as blood trickled from his lips. "Let...m..go..." He tried again, but he hardly wanted his strength for that.
Words didn't matter. Somewhere far away in the frenzy of it all Ronin might feel Remi's heartbeat against his finger. That didn't matter either.
Fingers suddenly jagged with claws, the alchemist tore at his own throat with one hand and the healed-circle of flesh on his stomach with the either. Have you ever seen what a lion's claws can do, up close and with no protection or defense?
He'd promised to keep her safe. The least he could now was not let her be alone.
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.
