honey and the moon

i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return

If the words are meant as a tease, there's absolutely no indication of it on the alchemist's face. Even as he finally makes eye contact with Ronin, there is something humbly restrained in the green of his fire-bright gaze. Something perhaps intrigued by this notion of self-restraint he once so easily imposed on himself. "Well, that would be the kindnest course of action." The Lullaby agrees, looking over his shoulder to where the waves tumble endlessly against the shoreline.

"We never did make it to the water, and I was promised toes in the ocean." Remi points out, hazarding a glance back at Ronin but only for just a moment. "And you know...Given the magic I have now, it's probably all the more important you don't touch me." So saying the alchemist reaches into his pocket where a pair of stunning leather gloves have been carefully kept. Now there is precious little skin showing which is both a boon and a curse. For the time being though, as Remi pulls them on and over his fingers, tugging them up his wrists and forearms, again he is invigorated by this strange gulf between them that dares them both to diminish it as slowly as they dare.