for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
'Yes, well." Remi begins, ready to wave away Ronin's worry with the brush of his lips. Falling silent though, what the Star says next is like a kick to the gut, and not even Remi, once nauseatingly optimistic, would try and smooth this over.
Three. And all taken away from him, for one reason or another.
"Gods." Remi mumbles through suddenly dry lips, exhaling a puff of sorrow. "Well, you will see Mateo grow up. A few months you've had to miss, but it..." doesn't matter? Because of course it did. "..you'll be with us, soon."
Like being enveloped in the earth—a sensation the alchemist rather likes the idea of—Remi turns to see the bloom as it appears in his husband's hand. "Might be. Now if only one of us could turn memories into real things..." So saying, Remi holds out a hand in which another red bloom appears, this one crafted directly from Ronin's mind. "Well?"
Three. And all taken away from him, for one reason or another.
"Gods." Remi mumbles through suddenly dry lips, exhaling a puff of sorrow. "Well, you will see Mateo grow up. A few months you've had to miss, but it..." doesn't matter? Because of course it did. "..you'll be with us, soon."
Like being enveloped in the earth—a sensation the alchemist rather likes the idea of—Remi turns to see the bloom as it appears in his husband's hand. "Might be. Now if only one of us could turn memories into real things..." So saying, Remi holds out a hand in which another red bloom appears, this one crafted directly from Ronin's mind. "Well?"
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.
