[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

"Have they now? I didn't realize you were a historical paper-lantern scholar." Sarcastically said, still Remi leaned over to press an adoring kiss against the stubble on Ronin's jawline. Watching the Star's projection jog off with amused but skeptical eyes (it was still so strange to see), Remi turned back to husband with a soft and thoughtful hum.

"Absolutely handprints." There had been no surface untouched by Aoife's sticky fingers at one time or another. Trying hard not to fall so quickly back into melancholy, Remi ran a hand through his curls and sighed as he waited for Ronin2 to bring the needed supplies. "She was so young...I wish there was more tangible things of her."

Remi

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