oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
Blinking hard as if there were some film over his eyes, Remi tries to read the lines on his husband's face with no success. It was as though his brain was slow and sluggish, only able to process surface-level observations: the blood in Ronin's hair that would be difficult to comb out, the ice forming in the scruff on his cheeks. And the blue of his eyes was...wrong, somehow. Wasn't it?
Smiling faintly as another cough rattles up from his lungs, the alchemist shrugs weakly, feeling undeserving of his husband's healing for some reason he couldn't quite articulate. 'Unless Neron just took the ability.' He reasons slowly. "Though...I can't see her leaving him on his own against us unless she's off doing something else right now."
The warm thaw of Ronin's presence has the exposed nerves of Remi's ruined hand itching and grinding in protest. "Can you?" The alchemist wonders, of Ronin taking them home. "I think I could dream us home.."..if I have to, going unsaid.
Smiling faintly as another cough rattles up from his lungs, the alchemist shrugs weakly, feeling undeserving of his husband's healing for some reason he couldn't quite articulate. 'Unless Neron just took the ability.' He reasons slowly. "Though...I can't see her leaving him on his own against us unless she's off doing something else right now."
The warm thaw of Ronin's presence has the exposed nerves of Remi's ruined hand itching and grinding in protest. "Can you?" The alchemist wonders, of Ronin taking them home. "I think I could dream us home.."..if I have to, going unsaid.
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.
