right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
The world is nothing at all but the warmth of the Star’s lips and the arms wrapped around Remi’s body. The rain, the clouds, the mountains crumbling into the sea—they’re all distant and colourless things now. For Remi, it’s just the blue of Ronin’s eyes and the steadfast knowledge that this is all he cares about.
“How long do you think we have? A few months? A year?” The alchemist tilts his head. Could that amount of time really make a difference? “I have Ludo’s backing. It wants the ascended dead. Nate is an ascended.” Remi raises a brow; voila. It wasn’t that easy and they both knew it, but the words still felt good spat out as they were. “If I go to Ludo..I worry that it will demand the same treatment of all ascended.” Of Isla. Feathering his jaw, Remi lets his head fall against Ronin’s shoulder for a moment. “Do you think they will...give us any sort of clarity? Anything more than just: wAr Is ComInG?”
Because if left up to them, the alchemist was a powder keg unable to bear much more heat or pressure than he already had been subjected too. There would come a day when he was pushed just that much too far, when passions and irrationality would win out.
“How long do you think we have? A few months? A year?” The alchemist tilts his head. Could that amount of time really make a difference? “I have Ludo’s backing. It wants the ascended dead. Nate is an ascended.” Remi raises a brow; voila. It wasn’t that easy and they both knew it, but the words still felt good spat out as they were. “If I go to Ludo..I worry that it will demand the same treatment of all ascended.” Of Isla. Feathering his jaw, Remi lets his head fall against Ronin’s shoulder for a moment. “Do you think they will...give us any sort of clarity? Anything more than just: wAr Is ComInG?”
Because if left up to them, the alchemist was a powder keg unable to bear much more heat or pressure than he already had been subjected too. There would come a day when he was pushed just that much too far, when passions and irrationality would win out.
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.
