less than I do

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

but maybe that's a good thing

Rumbling an affectionate sound from the back of his throat, he scritched the luxere a final time. "Well there is the making it pocket-sized bit yet. Ronin is going to ask Safrin about that." Remi said almost as an afterthought, shrugging his shoulders. In these quarters, deceptively large though they might be, he heard the Launceleyn very well.

For a moment all sorts of unkind responses flared in the back of Remi's throat, scratching against his teeth to get out: you left me, this is only fair. Or perhaps, why don't you just ask Frey to forget me entirely. Seems like the sort of thing you'd do? The bitterness surprised even Remi, who cleared his throat unhappily and nodded. "You get used to it." He whispered back, not bothering to hide the weighty sadness that lingered there. He loved Loren still, as he promised him he would. But he couldn't say the words I'll miss you, not even now. Not when he whispered their close cousin (I miss you) into the stars for days and weeks and months only to have it all end up like this.

Watching Loren leave took what felt like an eternity and as he closed the door behind him, the wagon felt that much smaller.

~FIN

Remi

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