not if I get you first

is there a price to burn this paradise?

"And a king, yes," Ronin all but groaned in reply, rubbing at the back of his neck. It was fast becoming a source of embarrassment for him, the whole royalty debacle. All the more reason to want to get away from the Hollowed Grounds and just... live their lives. Slipping an arm around Remi's waist and leaning in to kiss his temple, he nodded his understanding. "I'll go tonight," he murmured. For now, the alchemist had the right of it.

Allowing himself to be dragged home, Ronin didn't care to glance behind him. If he had, he might have seen the pool of memory mud start to rise up and schlorp towards the Fiat Lux festival.

Ah well. It would probably be fine.

~FIN