it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
"Don't you dare." The alchemist whispers, reaching up to possessively grasp the Star's hand that he might keep it exactly where it was. Closing his eyes, relishing yet being tortured by every place Ronin's body warms his up, Remi does his best to chase away thoughts of precisely the sort he'd mentioned. Walls, benches, countertops—they all called his name, beckoning to be christened by bodies and moans.
"I don't think there's enough of me to split anymore. Not until I'm better." Better in general, better at not being so monstrous. 'But it isn't that I feel stuck so much as its...I suppose before I was able to kid myself into thinking that this war would only tangentially affect me. That I wouldn't have to change anything, despite the which side of the line I was on."
Unable to turn to face Ronin for fear of what he might do (read: would absolutely do), Remi just lets fingers brush over his own scarred skin and the hand of the man he loves more than anything else. "I don't think I can let myself believe that lie anymore, though. And I don't know what to do about it."
"I don't think there's enough of me to split anymore. Not until I'm better." Better in general, better at not being so monstrous. 'But it isn't that I feel stuck so much as its...I suppose before I was able to kid myself into thinking that this war would only tangentially affect me. That I wouldn't have to change anything, despite the which side of the line I was on."
Unable to turn to face Ronin for fear of what he might do (read: would absolutely do), Remi just lets fingers brush over his own scarred skin and the hand of the man he loves more than anything else. "I don't think I can let myself believe that lie anymore, though. And I don't know what to do about it."
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
