maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi bit back an argument. Oh, it might indeed be worse. It might be Ronin holding Aoife against his chest, her blood hot against the chill of the ice. He might experience for himself the way her body was rooted against his, unable to be moved, and how her blue eyes had simply stopped shining and closed.
"I want a fire and enough blankets on top of us that we can't move." The Alchemist agreed, trying to smile but finding his muscles fatigued and unwilling. 'Always you.' He whispered, his forehead against Ronin's, breathing in the smell of him mixed with the ash and dust.
"I want a fire and enough blankets on top of us that we can't move." The Alchemist agreed, trying to smile but finding his muscles fatigued and unwilling. 'Always you.' He whispered, his forehead against Ronin's, breathing in the smell of him mixed with the ash and dust.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
