i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
He hasn't made it, no, but that's alright. Stirring just moments after Ronin left the bed, the shaky heartbeat he can feel on his finger tells him all he needs to know about where Ronin has gone and why. This morning the alchemist leaves the Huntsman to it, knowing that sometimes certain itches require other things, and some just didn't.
"..bring the coffee with you.." The pile of furs mumbles in a thickly accented voice. On the counter, Remi has made them each a cup of coffee before crawling back into bed. It's still steaming even; judging Ronin's return based on the rise and fall of his heartbeat and having gone through these motions at least once a week since the start of the season, Remi has gotten pretty good at it.
The furs grumble something that might be a demand or a plea, before they shift and raise like a great wing, ushering Ronin within.
With the coffee.
"..bring the coffee with you.." The pile of furs mumbles in a thickly accented voice. On the counter, Remi has made them each a cup of coffee before crawling back into bed. It's still steaming even; judging Ronin's return based on the rise and fall of his heartbeat and having gone through these motions at least once a week since the start of the season, Remi has gotten pretty good at it.
The furs grumble something that might be a demand or a plea, before they shift and raise like a great wing, ushering Ronin within.
With the coffee.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
