that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"Do you ? I always thought it just came naturally to you." Remi murmurs, shifting in his seat to better prepare to embark on this stage of his quest. "Ronin." He hums flatly as the Huntsman mentions the idea of sock puppets again, before opening his mouth wide for his spoonful of soup. Though being fed in this way wasn't as satisfying as Remi thought it might be, the fact that it was being done under such laughably false pretenses did make it worth it. The Lullaby could only hope that whatever mangled joy his husband was feeling through the attuned bond would be interpreted as appreciation mingled with annoyance at having to do a quest at all.
"Any ideas for the intimate task?" Remi wonders as he nods his head toward the cider.
Chittering something low in the back of her throat, the ghostly sprite pointed toward where Remi and Ronin were. Specifically, she was pointing at Remi's arm, not that Sugar could likely see that from their low vantage point. Turning to Sugar, the spriggan points at her, then makes a big gesture with arms, mimes flapping wings and blasts of cold air.
"Any ideas for the intimate task?" Remi wonders as he nods his head toward the cider.
Chittering something low in the back of her throat, the ghostly sprite pointed toward where Remi and Ronin were. Specifically, she was pointing at Remi's arm, not that Sugar could likely see that from their low vantage point. Turning to Sugar, the spriggan points at her, then makes a big gesture with arms, mimes flapping wings and blasts of cold air.
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.
