an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Already trying to draw close enough to pull his husband into his arms, it's only the sudden realisation that Remi is not only still on fire, but he is the fire, that prevents him from getting some nasty burns of his own. Skidding to a stop a foot or two away from the other man (and luckily the ground, at least, is doused enough that the alchemist won't cause an impromptu forest fire), Ronin blinks, dumbfounded.
"What... is this you? You have a new shift?" Or something like that, at least? "Or did Ludo curse you?" Again a hand comes up, tempted to touch Remi - and again Ronin forces it away again. "Can you turn it off...?"
"What... is this you? You have a new shift?" Or something like that, at least? "Or did Ludo curse you?" Again a hand comes up, tempted to touch Remi - and again Ronin forces it away again. "Can you turn it off...?"
RONIN
