[RQ] best served cold

we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together

The promise the alchemist had made not to enter the Hollowed Grounds without permission was no longer one he remembered; the fealty to the keeper of that promise no longer held any sway over his mind or heart, making what he was about to do incredibly easy. Having taken the unassuming form of a hawk, the alchemist was forced to hunt and sleep in this shift lest he be outright discovered. Luckily hawks were common enough in the grounds and unlike the rest of his shifts, this one was neither bold nor particularly eyecatching. So it was that Remi found himself perched in a tree (one that was prone to wander, surprisingly) waiting in the bitter cold for his prey to appear.

Days passed, which only served to encourage Remi's annoyance to broil into anger. That Neron Launceleyn had dared to try and implicate him in Morgan's murder? That a Launceleyn was still causing problems for him? Alone, in the cold and dark and without Ronin's blue eyes to temper the alchemist's emotions, Remi's mind grew all the more feral the longer it took for Neron to appear.

On pale wings Remi streaks from the tree, guided moreso by his instincts rather than the moonlight. With his talons outstretched he aimed for Neron's face, wanting to give truth to the lies told about how the Hailstorm's face came to be marked.

THE ALCHEMIST

we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun