Remi's heart flutters and the smile that spreads across his face is far too boyish and adoring to be real. And in a way it isn't, this being a dream and all, but it's an expression that Ronin will be familiar with.
Ice has rooted him in place, or at least it feels as though it has. He gasps for breath but his lungs have turned to glaciers and his stomach has dropped into his feet. Gods he'd been wrong. Though Remi had been in his own brand of hell with Aoife, it hadn't been the one Ronin had experienced and for a bright and horrifying moment, the alchemist feels nothing but anger towards his husband. That he didn't love their daughter enough to get past the shadows who wore her face. That Ronin was so perfectly comfortable in his role as a father that he didn't need to keep remembering her. Somewhere deep down Remi worries that if he lets her go he'll give up any right he had to call her his own.
Remi says nothing, merely standing at a distance that feels like miles from his husband's side, arms shaking as his fingers ball into fists. Aoife disappears the second Ronin requests it, and with her, all the laughter and vibrancy in the house also seems to diminish slightly. Daring not to breathe, Remi stares at a point in the floor where a wine stain has coloured the wood a beautiful garnet, his eyes filled with silent tears. He says nothing because he's not sure what to say. Remi isn't sorry for having Aoife here (sorry for the distress she's clearly caused Ronin), but not for holding tightly to her memory.
"I need some air." So saying Remi is suddenly on the porch, his fingers gripping the railing as he stares out at the water.
Ice has rooted him in place, or at least it feels as though it has. He gasps for breath but his lungs have turned to glaciers and his stomach has dropped into his feet. Gods he'd been wrong. Though Remi had been in his own brand of hell with Aoife, it hadn't been the one Ronin had experienced and for a bright and horrifying moment, the alchemist feels nothing but anger towards his husband. That he didn't love their daughter enough to get past the shadows who wore her face. That Ronin was so perfectly comfortable in his role as a father that he didn't need to keep remembering her. Somewhere deep down Remi worries that if he lets her go he'll give up any right he had to call her his own.
Remi says nothing, merely standing at a distance that feels like miles from his husband's side, arms shaking as his fingers ball into fists. Aoife disappears the second Ronin requests it, and with her, all the laughter and vibrancy in the house also seems to diminish slightly. Daring not to breathe, Remi stares at a point in the floor where a wine stain has coloured the wood a beautiful garnet, his eyes filled with silent tears. He says nothing because he's not sure what to say. Remi isn't sorry for having Aoife here (sorry for the distress she's clearly caused Ronin), but not for holding tightly to her memory.
"I need some air." So saying Remi is suddenly on the porch, his fingers gripping the railing as he stares out at the water.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
