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REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

'Me too.' Remi agrees with a dry laugh before his expression turns wry and he rolls his eyes at himself. "And I nearly threw it away. When Ronin met you, in the Wilds, I had told him we needed a break. That I was not sure I could be with him." It's laughable even now, to think of it. More sure now than ever that there was nothing that could come between them, it made the hurt he had felt before seem small and unimportant.

"I thought as much." It was also why he hadn't planned on taking Maeve on a proper dream-venture this go around. "I will take us back." Little do they know that the men they care deeply for are battling it out in the street just a stones-throw from where they sleep.

Disappearing from Maeve's side, the Madame will remain in the world of Remi's making for a few moments longer. Unlike Ronin who can properly guide sleepers out of Remi's dreams, the Lullaby is forced to do it on the old fashioned way. So with gentle fingers he reaches across the bed to give Maeve's shoulder a light shake.

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!