took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

Remi would not darken Vanya's memory for anything at all, which is why Remi is forced to pull away from the Star slightly, lest his emotions give away that gravest of secrets he is forced to carry around.

As if there will be any comparison. Remi mutters, trying to tug his thoughts away from stars that shouldn't exist to focus on the one before him. Perhaps it's sludging away from Safrin's treachery that has Remi reacting far too slowly, his head tilting with adorable confusion. Much as I'd like to— Which is as far as he gets before the world goes white.

When colour blurs back into the world and the ringing in his ears stops, things are not as they had been just moments before. The ship has been all but vaporized, and there aren't even enough remnants of the eels for the men to make lunch out of. Having not seen what tickled Ronin's leg, Remi can only tilt his head to the side with an adoring look of Ronin, what the actual fuck.

First time feeling seaweed? Remi mutters smugly, before realizing that with the destruction of the ship, his wheel is now gone as well.

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