that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"When did you become acting governor?" Remi wonders blearily, having lost the entire thread on Torchline's political situation. "Just...don't." He suggests helpfully as the room starts to swim and melt from the heat Ronin's body is giving off. Everything looks a bit like a mirage all of a sudden, at least until Sugar's pale scales are against his skin.
Humming a loud sigh of relief, Remi tilts his chin to the side that he might nuzzle the dragon for her efforts. With eyes barely held open, the alchemist squints at all the light. "Why?" He almost coos. "I'm fine." His mind has already begun to unspool, and if the way his lashes keep fluttering open at different paces, his eyes roaming around the room is any indication, he isn't long left for this world in a coherent state.
"I miss..you..already.. " Remi mumbles, his fingers searching beneath the blankets to try and find a piece of Ronin to grab onto.
Humming a loud sigh of relief, Remi tilts his chin to the side that he might nuzzle the dragon for her efforts. With eyes barely held open, the alchemist squints at all the light. "Why?" He almost coos. "I'm fine." His mind has already begun to unspool, and if the way his lashes keep fluttering open at different paces, his eyes roaming around the room is any indication, he isn't long left for this world in a coherent state.
"I miss..you..already.. " Remi mumbles, his fingers searching beneath the blankets to try and find a piece of Ronin to grab onto.
THE
ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
