i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Talons appear on the tips of Remi's fingers, not peeling at Ronin's scales but flirting with the idea just the same. Part of him wants to rake his claws up his husband's back despite the incredible pain it would cause the Huntsman, if only because Remi is quite sure it would sound exquisite to hear the ruffle of scales against his talons. "It is a well deserved punishment, I think." He replies as the muscles of his thighs tense beneath his husband's hands.
As Ronin sags back against him, the thing awakened within the alchemist coils and snarls in the hollows of his bones, refusing to be ignored. "Can I be trusted?" Remi wonders in a voice that sounds sweetly tinged with murderous intent. 'How many things have I done in my life that have made others not trust me, that I stand by even now?" Swallowing hard and tasting a flourish of blood on his tongue—whether it's his or Ronin's he doesn't know, nor care—Remi tries to sit a touch straighter. "I do not know what is right or wrong, in this. I really, really don't."
As Ronin sags back against him, the thing awakened within the alchemist coils and snarls in the hollows of his bones, refusing to be ignored. "Can I be trusted?" Remi wonders in a voice that sounds sweetly tinged with murderous intent. 'How many things have I done in my life that have made others not trust me, that I stand by even now?" Swallowing hard and tasting a flourish of blood on his tongue—whether it's his or Ronin's he doesn't know, nor care—Remi tries to sit a touch straighter. "I do not know what is right or wrong, in this. I really, really don't."
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.
