right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
"Listen—" Remi says, trying to hide how much he wants to wheeze. "Its been a long time since anyone has bothered to feed me anything. Longer still since I've had bread." Both poor defences, but the alchemist is already too distracted by the shape of his husband's eyebrows over the rim of his coffee cup to do much better.
"Or, it means it's incredibly safe." Remi counters. "Besides, the little house you visited me in when we first met didn't have a lock, and it was..." Okay, it wasn't perfectly safe given that Ronin had been stabbed right outside, but it was "..fine." Giving Ronin a look of you poor displaced noble, you, Remi continues to let his eyes look past the dust motes softly floating in the morning sun, and seeing what this space might one day be.
It's quite easy to imagine, actually.
"You painted and braided rope for fishing nets, and I wooed you with facts." Remi's smile is wide and boyish for a moment, as if the sunlight falling upon them now was that same Torchline sun. It fades by degrees as something occurs to the alchemist, but it doesn't disappear entirely. "You know, I never thought I'd be able to look back on that time with anything other than despair. But now.." It would always hurt, to think of those days because of how tightly they were knotted with memories of Aoife. But at least thoughts of sand and stolen wagons were slightly less burried beneath the rest of it.
"Or, it means it's incredibly safe." Remi counters. "Besides, the little house you visited me in when we first met didn't have a lock, and it was..." Okay, it wasn't perfectly safe given that Ronin had been stabbed right outside, but it was "..fine." Giving Ronin a look of you poor displaced noble, you, Remi continues to let his eyes look past the dust motes softly floating in the morning sun, and seeing what this space might one day be.
It's quite easy to imagine, actually.
"You painted and braided rope for fishing nets, and I wooed you with facts." Remi's smile is wide and boyish for a moment, as if the sunlight falling upon them now was that same Torchline sun. It fades by degrees as something occurs to the alchemist, but it doesn't disappear entirely. "You know, I never thought I'd be able to look back on that time with anything other than despair. But now.." It would always hurt, to think of those days because of how tightly they were knotted with memories of Aoife. But at least thoughts of sand and stolen wagons were slightly less burried beneath the rest of it.
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.
