Vervain
Vai tilted her head to rest it upon Remi’s, his body a warmth against her soaked through clothes. She kissed his curls, closed her eyes, and thought of sunnier times for a while, the little good that it would do. ”Then you are a selfish asshole for the foreseeable future,” she murmured to him, as if it was that simple. ”And your actions will continue to have consequences, and you’ll continue to have to face them. The thing about changing is that you can control it, if you want to.”
A frown darkened her expression as he spoke about Ludo, Vai preferring not to think of the god who had stolen the Alchemist’s memories, tortured him, just to take him under its wing in the end. ”What kind of man do you want to be?” she asked. ”Would you want to care again if you could? To be kind, compassionate? There are pros and cons to everything.”
A frown darkened her expression as he spoke about Ludo, Vai preferring not to think of the god who had stolen the Alchemist’s memories, tortured him, just to take him under its wing in the end. ”What kind of man do you want to be?” she asked. ”Would you want to care again if you could? To be kind, compassionate? There are pros and cons to everything.”
