REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
'Well, no need to tempt them.' Remi mutters as he's preened. Whether manticores in the wild found partners to help groom their feathers was something instinctively the Lullaby thought wasn't the case. Nevertheless, the trickle of his husband's fingertips against his healing plumage was every bit as welcome as Ronin's heels pressing against his lower back had been.
Grumbling and glancing toward the broken vase, Remi drums a warning with his fingertips as Ronin's hips rock the table back and forth. 'Well, we can get a new vase too.' He mutters, sounding decidedly uncommitted to this suggestion in lieu of the Huntsman's continued shenanigans, both verbal and otherwise.
"That I will leave to you. You have a much better nack for decor than I do." Remi answers casually, and for anyone watching this exchange, it's rather amusing to see two men who know each other so well both acting so lackadaisical about going out.
Grumbling and glancing toward the broken vase, Remi drums a warning with his fingertips as Ronin's hips rock the table back and forth. 'Well, we can get a new vase too.' He mutters, sounding decidedly uncommitted to this suggestion in lieu of the Huntsman's continued shenanigans, both verbal and otherwise.
"That I will leave to you. You have a much better nack for decor than I do." Remi answers casually, and for anyone watching this exchange, it's rather amusing to see two men who know each other so well both acting so lackadaisical about going out.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
