and it rains, and rains, and rains

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

I'd rather be in your dreams anyway. Remi says and finds he truly means it. There is the romantic part of him that would spend all of his hours with Ronin, both awake and dreaming, but it actually the Alchemist can't think of anything that would be more relaxing than to sink into slumber at Ronin's side and continue on with him even once his mind had gone.

Grinning, looking entirely like a child (except for the blood) who has escaped bedtime and gotten himself into trouble, Remi just chuckles. His star-and-dragon underwear is adorably form-fitted thanks to the rain, and as he slips an arm around Ronin, his bare feet squelching in the mud. He cares little though, even as the storm pelts down around the pair.

Swallowing hard as the shackles appear, Remi fixes his gaze on the blue of Ronin's eyes lest he be tempted to reach out and try and break the magical bonds. He'd absolutely not learned his lesson when it comes to severing these types of bonds, but he's at least more clever than last time. Remi doesn't flinch as the galactic flow of cosmic water clears away the ramphire, though he does squint at it distrustfully.

"Well that's dramatic." He says, grinning crookedly at Ronin, still not letting his eyes drop to the golden cuffs.

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around