Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
"I only meant that...if things do not pan out, I wouldn't want it to darken where we live." Remi explains, feeling as though he was suddenly walking out on very thin ice but not quite knowing why. "We could have them here, absolutely though." He adds. Mention of Flora has Remi slumping as he looks down into his plate. Furrowing his brow and tapping his toe against the foot of their table, eventually he heaves in an unsteady breath and shakes his head slightly. "Whatever you think best. She's...she's both the type to move on and forgive just as easily as she'll hold a grudge." Maybe things had been much worse on Ronin's retelling than they were in reality, but then again, maybe not.
"Hotaru took her on an outing, so..." Given that the woman was not high in Ronin's goodbooks, the alchemist wasn't so sure she'd bother putting in a good word should Flora decide to vent.
Crinkling his nose, Remi grumbles. "I would rather multiple boats. I like my space, even from.." He was going to say our children, but had to stop himself. My children rang just as hollowly in his ears. Gods he hated this. "..everyone but you." Remi finishes eventually.
"Hotaru took her on an outing, so..." Given that the woman was not high in Ronin's goodbooks, the alchemist wasn't so sure she'd bother putting in a good word should Flora decide to vent.
Crinkling his nose, Remi grumbles. "I would rather multiple boats. I like my space, even from.." He was going to say our children, but had to stop himself. My children rang just as hollowly in his ears. Gods he hated this. "..everyone but you." Remi finishes eventually.
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.
