hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Not a baby. Well. Actually, that eased something inside of Remi. He'd been picturing the long nights associated with raising young children, hearing her cries and having to fetch bottles and such as he'd done with Aoife.
"Well, you are her father." Remi couldn't help but mutter in response to that, but his bitterness was empty. Raising a brow at the notion Ronin was with her, before Remi's mind caught up, Remi turned to face his husband, leaning back on his heels.
'Done with her?" The alchemist barked a laugh. "I'm sure that went over well." He clenched his jaw, his anger so easily displaced just now that it was so tempting to berate Ronin. Biting down on the words he wanted to scream in vengeance, he instead pulled in a long and slow breath.
"So...what now."
"Well, you are her father." Remi couldn't help but mutter in response to that, but his bitterness was empty. Raising a brow at the notion Ronin was with her, before Remi's mind caught up, Remi turned to face his husband, leaning back on his heels.
'Done with her?" The alchemist barked a laugh. "I'm sure that went over well." He clenched his jaw, his anger so easily displaced just now that it was so tempting to berate Ronin. Biting down on the words he wanted to scream in vengeance, he instead pulled in a long and slow breath.
"So...what now."
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.
