"Gods, can you quit with the light? You're going to wake him up." Remi protests, though the words are hiccuped between sips of air and lips fumbling desperately to settle on just one emotion, so it ruins any illusion at all that the alchemist is actually upset.
There they stand, the baby on Remi's chest and Ronin snuggling in close, starlight filling a room tenderly and lovingly crafted, just as the infant was. Is.
Laughing at that and shooting the Star a crooked smile as if scolding him for daring to make light of such an important moment (though making light was one of Ronin's talents these days), Remi merely leans his cheek against their son's head and breathes deeply the scent of their child. Emotion whispers across his face—the joy, the surrender, the fear and anticipation—and more feathers appear in his curls as his fingers softly curl around the baby's body.
"What...will happen to him when we wake up?" Remi wonders, having never before thought about the dreamworld he left behind upon awakening.
There they stand, the baby on Remi's chest and Ronin snuggling in close, starlight filling a room tenderly and lovingly crafted, just as the infant was. Is.
Laughing at that and shooting the Star a crooked smile as if scolding him for daring to make light of such an important moment (though making light was one of Ronin's talents these days), Remi merely leans his cheek against their son's head and breathes deeply the scent of their child. Emotion whispers across his face—the joy, the surrender, the fear and anticipation—and more feathers appear in his curls as his fingers softly curl around the baby's body.
"What...will happen to him when we wake up?" Remi wonders, having never before thought about the dreamworld he left behind upon awakening.
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.
