There is a lingering tenseness to Remi's muscles as Ronin moves from the crib. Despite what his senses tell him, it's only Ronin's touch that can remove all doubt. There's a brutal sort of honesty in this new magic of his, and though it might devastate him, he doesn't flinch away as the Star wraps his arms around him.
And it nearly does. Devastate him, that is. Because he can feel the deep and stalwart core of the Star which has decided to let Aoife remain in her grave. That her memory should not be conjured here, her ageless face should not grace the breakfast table, the things she might have drawn should not adorn the walls. Biting back a sob as he presses his forehead against Ronin's shoulder, Remi holds his husband all the tighter for this knowledge. "Don't apologize. Not for that. Not for loving her like you do." The alchemist whispers shakily, glad that Ronin's clothing is now crumpled and wrinkled so that he doesn't feel so bad about dampening it with his tears.
Pulling back slightly but only so that he could raise a hand to Ronin's cheek to cup it, the alchemist shakes his head for a moment before reaching up to kiss away the tear-shiny tracks that line his husband's cheeks. Leaning his head against Ronin's then, two adoring would-be parents staring into a room of potential, the alchemist laughs under his breath. "And your smile." Remi adds, his fingers tightening around Ronin's hip as if he might drag the huntsman's body into his own.
"Perhaps though...a boy this time." Because while gender meant very little to the alchemist, he'd also not want this dream-child, however unreal it was, to feel as though they had to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
And it nearly does. Devastate him, that is. Because he can feel the deep and stalwart core of the Star which has decided to let Aoife remain in her grave. That her memory should not be conjured here, her ageless face should not grace the breakfast table, the things she might have drawn should not adorn the walls. Biting back a sob as he presses his forehead against Ronin's shoulder, Remi holds his husband all the tighter for this knowledge. "Don't apologize. Not for that. Not for loving her like you do." The alchemist whispers shakily, glad that Ronin's clothing is now crumpled and wrinkled so that he doesn't feel so bad about dampening it with his tears.
Pulling back slightly but only so that he could raise a hand to Ronin's cheek to cup it, the alchemist shakes his head for a moment before reaching up to kiss away the tear-shiny tracks that line his husband's cheeks. Leaning his head against Ronin's then, two adoring would-be parents staring into a room of potential, the alchemist laughs under his breath. "And your smile." Remi adds, his fingers tightening around Ronin's hip as if he might drag the huntsman's body into his own.
"Perhaps though...a boy this time." Because while gender meant very little to the alchemist, he'd also not want this dream-child, however unreal it was, to feel as though they had to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
