maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
The circle of firelight around Remi's body dwindled as tears struck in bright and painful points behind his eyes. Just like Ronin's, the Alchemist's chest heaved in silent convulsions that made his lungs scream and his teeth ache with the effort of keeping his lips together. Crawling forward, ignoring the rocks as they pressed into his knees and shins, he reached for Ronin. Fingers slithering through the hunter's dark hair, curling around his head to pull him forward, Remi leaned in, pressing his forehead against his husband's. His other hand struggled to clasp Ronin's, desperately needing him to be close. Part of Remi wanted to tear both their clothes off in that moment, if only to better press himself against the Star.
Instead, he just breathed breath after shuddery breath into Ronin's hair as tears poured from his eyes. "It..will be that...and more.." He managed after a moment, his voice sounding weak and faraway to his own ears.
Instead, he just breathed breath after shuddery breath into Ronin's hair as tears poured from his eyes. "It..will be that...and more.." He managed after a moment, his voice sounding weak and faraway to his own ears.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
