a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
But of course Arsen is oblivious - around them all remains the same; they are seated on the grass, hand in hand, and the only difference is the presence of some great creature around them in the woods. He wants to pull his hand out of Remi's and no sooner has the thought crossed his mind when the alchemist's grip is tightening on his own, dragging him closer. "Hey--" he manages, almost nose to nose with the older man, and he resists the urge to wrench his fingers away, to dig in claws, to scrabble with talons.
The tremors in the earth begin again, and his head shakes absently. "No," he says, "but I've got a feelin' that you know what it is. Friend of yours?" he asks, fingers twitching around Remi's. He's only been in the Greatwood for about ten minutes - he knows very little of what might be prowling around out there.
The tremors in the earth begin again, and his head shakes absently. "No," he says, "but I've got a feelin' that you know what it is. Friend of yours?" he asks, fingers twitching around Remi's. He's only been in the Greatwood for about ten minutes - he knows very little of what might be prowling around out there.
Arsen
