[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

Were they talking about anything else, Remi might have nudged Ronin right in the ribs for saying something so utterly meaningless and fanciful. Memoriers of what might have been. Only...it was all they had now.

Raising a brow at this, Remi gave his husband an entirely understanding shrug. "Ahh, such a short-man thing to say." The alchemist tutted under his breath. Only an inch taller, it was all too easy to rub that fact in.

With fingers suddenly made into feathers, Remi began to feather-stroke the paper to give it a unique texture he thought Aoife might have liked. Though based on what he and Ronin had just discussed, there was no way to know. Still, he smiled happily enough as he worked, humming under his breath.

Remi

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