are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Ha! Remi might have announced had Ronin's lips not stolen his ability to do so. Humming decadently into the taste and feeling of his husband's kiss, the alchemist lets himself be held close without protest. "Well then I suppose I will just have to resign myself to a lifetime of crooked kisses." He laments, before leaning forward to steal another.
"Dinner and desert." He muses to himself, his tongue lingering along Ronin's lip as if Remi was trying to get the last bit of sweet cream off of the rim of a glass. "I should let you make dinner more often." It's an absurd sort of joy that rebounds from the alchemist's touch. The swirls of his emotions are dashed with colours that are a bit too bright and don't quite blend together as well as one might expect. Like a toddler picking only the most appealing shades and splattering them over a canvas, so too are the alchemist's emotions just as haphazardly coloured. 'I love you so much.' He gushes, unprompted. "And finding new ways of feeling that love."
"Dinner and desert." He muses to himself, his tongue lingering along Ronin's lip as if Remi was trying to get the last bit of sweet cream off of the rim of a glass. "I should let you make dinner more often." It's an absurd sort of joy that rebounds from the alchemist's touch. The swirls of his emotions are dashed with colours that are a bit too bright and don't quite blend together as well as one might expect. Like a toddler picking only the most appealing shades and splattering them over a canvas, so too are the alchemist's emotions just as haphazardly coloured. 'I love you so much.' He gushes, unprompted. "And finding new ways of feeling that love."
remi
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.
