i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
'You promised to love all of me." The alchemist argues. "That includes tentacles." Besides, with how sensitive his suckers were, it made much more sense to utilize them rather than just his toes.
"Shush." Remi huffs dismissively as Ronin begins to question his choice of paint. Would his husband have preferred blood? Because that was the only other easily accessible liquid they had at the moment. "Ay, I said no moving." The alchemist complains through a curtain of his own curls as he frowns over the top of the parchment as his husband looks away.
'What do you mean?' The question at first doesn't make any sense; why was he painting Ronin? Because he looked effortlessly handsome, that was why. Smudging a bit of the coffee on the page as a means of shading, Remi bites his tongue in an effort to make his mouth water, before sucking on the end of the paintbrush to dilute the pigment with his spit. "Because I have never seen your eyes this colour blue before." Remi mumbles under his breath. "They have never been lit by morning sun coming through these windows, in this place." He adds with a shrug, his gaze still intensely focused on the page before him, glancing only up at Ronin in quick succession before darting back.
"Shush." Remi huffs dismissively as Ronin begins to question his choice of paint. Would his husband have preferred blood? Because that was the only other easily accessible liquid they had at the moment. "Ay, I said no moving." The alchemist complains through a curtain of his own curls as he frowns over the top of the parchment as his husband looks away.
'What do you mean?' The question at first doesn't make any sense; why was he painting Ronin? Because he looked effortlessly handsome, that was why. Smudging a bit of the coffee on the page as a means of shading, Remi bites his tongue in an effort to make his mouth water, before sucking on the end of the paintbrush to dilute the pigment with his spit. "Because I have never seen your eyes this colour blue before." Remi mumbles under his breath. "They have never been lit by morning sun coming through these windows, in this place." He adds with a shrug, his gaze still intensely focused on the page before him, glancing only up at Ronin in quick succession before darting back.
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.
