doom days

& then there is me

"There—" Remi said in a weary voice. On the small wood-burning stove was a pot happily bubbling away. It would have smelled delicious had the alchemist any appetite whatsoever. As it was he mostly had to force himself to eat these days. "Sit, I will get you a bowl." Remi instructed gently. Conjuring what he needed, he began to ladle some of the thick stew-like broth into two bowls. He wasn't hungry at all, but even blighted as Phoebe was he didn't want to make her eat alone like she was some dog to be fed.

always waiting for you

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