took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

Or coming from. The alchemist counters, thoroughly adoring the way Ronin's face is literally aglow as his fingers reach out toward a locked chest. He has the strength to open it with his little finger in all likelihood, and so it's with that type of boyish approval that Remi nods.

Unable to help himself, the alchemist swims nearer with a roguish grin. Well, I am trying to be more open-minded these days thanks to you. He remarks slyly. So I think I am obligated to say that I'd like to see you in makeup before making a decision about it. Pausing, Remi narrows his eyes as his mind reaches for a memory not thought of in years. I think the last time I saw you in makeup was with Bastien when we were doing that absurd magic act.

And yes, covered in glitter with dark eyeliner was absolutely a look Ronin could sport more often.

Outside a swarm has descended. Typically they do not hunt in groups, but for such easy-looking prey, they have decided to make an exception. Slithering through the cold waters, the group of giant moray eels begin to silently shake their heads, an indication to the rest of them that an attack is imminent.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay