Lean Time For Heroes

Remi dreamed of unicorns and fire and blue eyes. But as his eyes softly fluttered open, the images disappeared, replaced by copper and freckles and the feeling of Sam's lips on his nose. "Mmmmm.." The alchemist mumbled, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms wide. The feeling of his muscles expanding made him moan happy, and as he let himself collapse back, he sluggishly re-tightened his grip around Sam as he glanced over. "I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years." He laughed, stiffing a yawn with the back of his hand. "Oh? Thinking?" Remi asked, leaning onto his side and boyishly propping his head into his hand. Disheveled as he was, curls a mess with sleep still in his eyes, Remi looked more and more like some sort of sculpted cherub than whatever hero he'd been made out to be as of late. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way