took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

What will have to be and what is are miles apart. The warmth of Ronin around him has Remi clenching his teeth again and again as he sips in small breaths and then tries to release them silently and slowly so as not to give away the tension he feels consuming him. Bandaids help heal, his mind tries to argue, though it isn't the head that Ronin's is resting against that is trying to make that current case. Unconsciously the alchemist's fingers have started to trail suggestive movements and gestures up the sides of Ronin's fingers, even as Remi tries to shake away such thoughts.

'I have too.' This truly does have a ring of admission to it; Remi genuinely feels guilty to be throwing away his obligations in favour of morning coffee, alchemy shops, and absurd adventures with his husband. 'I don't know. I'm not sure it matters where they want to stand, given what they are." This applied moreso to Isla than to Vai certainly, but given abandoned would be killed because of magic deep within Stormbreak's bones, he couldn't imagine a scenario in which they suddenly became allies.

'I have an idea.' Remi says suddenly, leaning down to kiss part of Ronin's arm. "Lets kill the gods, instead of our friends."

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