hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Seren.
All Remi could taste in his mouth was blood and bitterness. It would be so much easier to turn his anger on Ronin, to bury him beneath the magnitude of his magic and be done with entanglements of the heart altogether. Instead, the alchemist merely looked softly over his shoulder. "You left a baby...alone at the boxing ring?"
He didn't acknowledge the apology. Couldn't, really. You only apologized for things you had control overunless you were Canadian or British; to accept that Ronin was sorry was to accept he had done something worth being sorry for. And that way madness lay. Already it was a tempting siren's song, to want to blame Ronin, to pin this on him as if there was any fixing it now.
All Remi could taste in his mouth was blood and bitterness. It would be so much easier to turn his anger on Ronin, to bury him beneath the magnitude of his magic and be done with entanglements of the heart altogether. Instead, the alchemist merely looked softly over his shoulder. "You left a baby...alone at the boxing ring?"
He didn't acknowledge the apology. Couldn't, really. You only apologized for things you had control over
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.
