hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
'If only we had that sort of power.' Remi mumbled. But the idea wasn't just a throw-away comment in the midst of all of this. Somewhere deep inside, some dark mechanism within the alchemist began to turn. Wheels put into motion, gears softly clicking: one day he'd make them pay for all of this. One day he'd be strong enough to stand against them, as Ronin had once told him to do against the Zariah's of the world.
Pressing himself with brutish need against Ronin, shivering as he drew his knees up to his chest, Remi gulped down some hateful sentiment as he looked towards the stars. "None of this is okay." The alchemist said at last, pulling his eyes down from the heavens and looking over his shoulder at Ronin. "But...we are. As much as we can be, considering.." Shrugging against the hunter, the familiarity of the gesture was surprisingly soothing. "It's still just you, for me."
Pressing himself with brutish need against Ronin, shivering as he drew his knees up to his chest, Remi gulped down some hateful sentiment as he looked towards the stars. "None of this is okay." The alchemist said at last, pulling his eyes down from the heavens and looking over his shoulder at Ronin. "But...we are. As much as we can be, considering.." Shrugging against the hunter, the familiarity of the gesture was surprisingly soothing. "It's still just you, for me."
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.
