we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Maybe," Ronin echoes, though his thoughtful tone turns just as mischievous as Remi lists his examples. "Maybe," he repeats, grinning and giving the alchemist's hips a playful squeeze. "If those handcuffs were a relic, I bet they'd even be able to hold you. Then I could really have some fun." His words are wicked but his hands are never any less slow or gentle; he knows better than to rile Remi up in his current frame of mind.
It's absolutely involuntary, the way he relaxes so bonelessly into the Lullaby's touch, his tense muscles forced into submission by hands that by all rights could snap his neck with little more than a flick of the wrist. "Mm... duplicates is a strange way of thinking of it. Would you think you weren't doing a good enough job, if Ludo chose someone else?" Forcing himself to concentrate, Ronin furrows his brow.
"No," he admits. "But I couldn't get her to talk about it. I can only think that something happened which led to her disappearing in the first place, but I..." He shrugs. "I don't know what she could be doing from here."
It's absolutely involuntary, the way he relaxes so bonelessly into the Lullaby's touch, his tense muscles forced into submission by hands that by all rights could snap his neck with little more than a flick of the wrist. "Mm... duplicates is a strange way of thinking of it. Would you think you weren't doing a good enough job, if Ludo chose someone else?" Forcing himself to concentrate, Ronin furrows his brow.
"No," he admits. "But I couldn't get her to talk about it. I can only think that something happened which led to her disappearing in the first place, but I..." He shrugs. "I don't know what she could be doing from here."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
