[SWE] The Festival of Lights

everything i knew is turning into ruins in your shadow

That Loren thought that the festival would protect him, would serve as some excuse, was precisely the sort of wrong-headedness that Remi expected of him. Even as Ronin's arm twined around his waist, the alchemist stiffened as his eyes locked upon the far too recognizable silhouette of the summoner, stood next to the captain.

Remi's snarl was punctuated by fangs as he brutishly shrugged off his husband's embrace and stalked through the torchlight towards the Launceleyn. "YOU—" He bellowed, his voice carrying easily across the sands. Wings sprouted from his sides bathed in literal fire as his eyes narrowed to mere slits of rage. It was Loren after all who'd cast the ice that ultimately killed Aoife, and while causation wasn't always linked to blame, on this night of all nights, Remi didn't need the reminder of the frigid spear that had left him scarred and childless.

"GET OUT." He roared, reckless fury tunnelling his vision as his heart ran away at an unhappy speed.

Halo had its own fucking festival and if they didn't? The Grounds did. And if they didn't? Well Loren could have his own little sad candle-lighting ceremony of his own. The Alchemist didn't care.

THE ALCHEMIST

i thought that i'd be ready
but falling isn't steady once you let go