you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"Did I? You'd just come back from the dead. Fallen Star, Dark Star...you'll be Rainbow Star before I know it." In a sense it was true though. The pair were always a work in progress, constantly changing and developing as life hit them with new and unimaginable trials. "Whatever the next iteration of you is, I'll love you just the same." Remi adds in case that isn't abundantly clear by the flush of heat in his cheeks and the way his hands have never quite been able to keep to themselves with Ronin around.
Inhaling a steadying breath—for himself as much as for Ronin—Remi swallows unsteadily, forcing his head back into his pillow as if reaffirming to himself that they aren't going anywhere. They certainly aren't going to kill something, much as Ronin's emotions want to encourage Remi to suggest just that. "You could always go and punch Sunjata. His wedding isn't...yet." Wrinkling his nose slightly—was this wedding ever going to happen?—Remi shrugs. "And there's magic if you give him a black eye."
Inhaling a steadying breath—for himself as much as for Ronin—Remi swallows unsteadily, forcing his head back into his pillow as if reaffirming to himself that they aren't going anywhere. They certainly aren't going to kill something, much as Ronin's emotions want to encourage Remi to suggest just that. "You could always go and punch Sunjata. His wedding isn't...yet." Wrinkling his nose slightly—was this wedding ever going to happen?—Remi shrugs. "And there's magic if you give him a black eye."
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.
