Remember When We Were Naive?

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

He should have let her go, but like so many men before him, he didn't.

Remi cared little for the worries and mewlings of Delphine's children; after Aoife had died the alchemist had little love for young ones anymore. Though perhaps that would change. It had only been a season or so since she was killed in his arms after all. So, tugging in a breath through his nose and releasing it slowly, Remi took a few large steps after the retreating woman and her brood, before calling out: 'Delphine.' in a low voice that held only the merest echo of the boy who'd once flown into her window as a bird, that neither of them might have to sleep alone.

Cold adrenaline washed through Remi's legs making them feel both shaky and rock-like. Ignoring the feeling and instead keeping his eyes focused on the once-healer (she had a way of disappearing, that she did), he had to fight the urge to scratch at his unshaven cheeks or ruffle a hand through his curls to try and release some of his nervous energy.