we live in a world someone else imagined
"I don't know," Ronin whispers, and it's unlikely that he ever will. The longer he stands here with Remi, the more the world shrinks around him to nothing more than the alchemist, and he has to strangle the strangest urge to pull Remi into a deep and desperate kiss. He knows better than to bandage trauma with sex now, but gods if it isn't tempting all the same.
Blinking (and it hurts, now that the attention has been drawn to his face), Ronin shakes his head. "I imagine I probably need about three showers," he mumbles. As for Nate? "No, he was buried in the rubble. I found him and put him in the Trinity Temple," he explains. "I checked on Mateo too. He's okay, he's sleeping."
And he'll probably keep telling Remi these pieces of information indefinitely unless he's stopped. About the temporary clinic they're setting up, about Tobi finding bodies, about the whirlwind of fire around the Tower, about Safrin's boon, and on and on and on.
Blinking (and it hurts, now that the attention has been drawn to his face), Ronin shakes his head. "I imagine I probably need about three showers," he mumbles. As for Nate? "No, he was buried in the rubble. I found him and put him in the Trinity Temple," he explains. "I checked on Mateo too. He's okay, he's sleeping."
And he'll probably keep telling Remi these pieces of information indefinitely unless he's stopped. About the temporary clinic they're setting up, about Tobi finding bodies, about the whirlwind of fire around the Tower, about Safrin's boon, and on and on and on.
the dark star
