Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
'Shirtless?' Remi suggests hopefully, unwilling and unable to hide the gleam of boyish mischief and want in his gaze. Adjusting their blanket if only so that the alchemist could remove all space between them, he drapes one arm behind Ronin's shoulders as the other tucks itself beneath the blanket to find Ronin's. "Someone will see." The alchemist playfully admonishes, and though normally Remi couldn't care less if anyone watched the two men and their antics, just now he was feeling particularly possessive of this small bout of alone time.
"You think so?" He wonders skeptically while the fingers of his good hand began to draw patterns that Ronin likely wouldn't be able to feel through the thick material of his jacket. "You are only suggesting that so that we will both be forced to wear jackets." Remi complains lovingly. "No doubt yours will have a ridiculous amount of buckles and clasps and gods know what else."
"You think so?" He wonders skeptically while the fingers of his good hand began to draw patterns that Ronin likely wouldn't be able to feel through the thick material of his jacket. "You are only suggesting that so that we will both be forced to wear jackets." Remi complains lovingly. "No doubt yours will have a ridiculous amount of buckles and clasps and gods know what else."
the lullaby
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.
