you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi pulls in Ronin's flow of emotions like a riptide forming below freezing waters. Based on Ronin's previous reaction, back ... wherever they had all been, the alchemist had been worried that Ronin agreed. That he too thought this all for the best, and that Remi was overreacting.
Forehead against forehead, Remi's eyes slip shut and he breathes in the scent of Ronin. His warmth. His familiarity. For the moment the alchemist forbids himself to think of how little all of this means, how Ronin can smell and feel however he wants to in this place, in this moment. He lets himself believe the lie, if only for today. Maybe tomorrow as well.
The Star's description means little. Remi is unable to picture the barracks, having never been a soldier, and so the image he conjures in his mind is one of eternal rain and barred windows. Fitting himself into the spaces left open by the Star, Remi smiles weakly as he wraps his arms around Ronin's shoulders. "He knows you're gone. He keeps looking around for you." Swallowing hard, tilting his chin up as if gravity might pull the sob back down his throat, Remi squeezes his eyes shut. "I'll bring him next time. He won't grow up with you. Tonight I just..." His voice trails off in broken syllables that stop trying to be words after only a few failed attempts.
"At least I'm sane, this time around." He manages after a moment.
Forehead against forehead, Remi's eyes slip shut and he breathes in the scent of Ronin. His warmth. His familiarity. For the moment the alchemist forbids himself to think of how little all of this means, how Ronin can smell and feel however he wants to in this place, in this moment. He lets himself believe the lie, if only for today. Maybe tomorrow as well.
The Star's description means little. Remi is unable to picture the barracks, having never been a soldier, and so the image he conjures in his mind is one of eternal rain and barred windows. Fitting himself into the spaces left open by the Star, Remi smiles weakly as he wraps his arms around Ronin's shoulders. "He knows you're gone. He keeps looking around for you." Swallowing hard, tilting his chin up as if gravity might pull the sob back down his throat, Remi squeezes his eyes shut. "I'll bring him next time. He won't grow up with you. Tonight I just..." His voice trails off in broken syllables that stop trying to be words after only a few failed attempts.
"At least I'm sane, this time around." He manages after a moment.
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.
