right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Still standing there, naked and half-disappeared in shadow, Remi moves to sit against the bed. He doesn't feel quite right sitting on if, it only because that might all too easily lead them down a path of intimacy, or at the very least, other band-aid type physical contact. And so he slumps down, his knees against his chest that he might rest his forearms against them.
Remi stares blankly at the shadows on the floor as they swallow up his toes, feeling the tug of the sob building in his throat like the current back in Torchline. He keeps quiet, though, until Ronin is finished speaking. With shoulders tense, the alchemist shakes his head of curls. "You're seeing a ghost, Ronin." Remi replies sadly. "The ghost of a man killed by a world that grew too complex and needed him to be more. My hands are more often covered in blood than charcoal. I end lives now instead of creating things.." Gods it hurts to hear such fond and sunny memories, sitting in the dark with his back to his husband. All the more, for it.
"I'm right here, Ronin. And I have been the whole time, you just.."
The realization of it is the worst. The slow and gradual steps Remi has taken to get himself here. To finally realizing what it was he had been accusing Ronin of this whole time, but could never quite find the words for it. Only now that he had them, he felt the last pieces of his heart break, finally making the hollow thing inside his chest unrecognizable. "..I don't think you love all of me, anymore. You miss the parts of me that you do love, and tolerate the rest."
The monstrous side. The feral side. The violence and madness. The Lullaby of it all. It was all to be endured so that the Star might catch a glimpse of his true love.
Remi stares blankly at the shadows on the floor as they swallow up his toes, feeling the tug of the sob building in his throat like the current back in Torchline. He keeps quiet, though, until Ronin is finished speaking. With shoulders tense, the alchemist shakes his head of curls. "You're seeing a ghost, Ronin." Remi replies sadly. "The ghost of a man killed by a world that grew too complex and needed him to be more. My hands are more often covered in blood than charcoal. I end lives now instead of creating things.." Gods it hurts to hear such fond and sunny memories, sitting in the dark with his back to his husband. All the more, for it.
"I'm right here, Ronin. And I have been the whole time, you just.."
The realization of it is the worst. The slow and gradual steps Remi has taken to get himself here. To finally realizing what it was he had been accusing Ronin of this whole time, but could never quite find the words for it. Only now that he had them, he felt the last pieces of his heart break, finally making the hollow thing inside his chest unrecognizable. "..I don't think you love all of me, anymore. You miss the parts of me that you do love, and tolerate the rest."
The monstrous side. The feral side. The violence and madness. The Lullaby of it all. It was all to be endured so that the Star might catch a glimpse of his true love.
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.
