oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"I don't want to make you clean up my messes or put your life on hold for me." Remi mumbles, leaning his cheek against one of Vai's arms and sighing happily into the warmth. "I'm tired of that too." Vai already, Ianto, Sunjata, Amalia, and most importantly, Ronin. They'd all picked up the pieces he'd left behind at some point or another, cleaning up until he was ready to begin again. And it wasn't fair on them either.
"You lived with Devrum." The alchemist protests, glancing up at her through a mess of curls. "I'm insulted that you're saying I"m worse than him." Though if he was? Gross..maybe he did need a shower.
"Mmhmm. We can meet anywhere we want. In places that are real, or ones we just make up. And Ludo has given me a way of sending him physical messages, too." It sounded ideal, and really, it was. But ideal didn't mean it wasn't hard for the alchemist to see his husband only in dreams, where the kisses and marks they left on each other faded as soon as they opened their eyes.
"You lived with Devrum." The alchemist protests, glancing up at her through a mess of curls. "I'm insulted that you're saying I"m worse than him." Though if he was? Gross..maybe he did need a shower.
"Mmhmm. We can meet anywhere we want. In places that are real, or ones we just make up. And Ludo has given me a way of sending him physical messages, too." It sounded ideal, and really, it was. But ideal didn't mean it wasn't hard for the alchemist to see his husband only in dreams, where the kisses and marks they left on each other faded as soon as they opened their eyes.
The Lullaby
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.
