it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
No, but I want it to be. Remi replies, not at all attempting to hide the flush on his cheeks. Ronin would have to be the strong one, just now. Remi hadn't the heart for willpower and drudging up long left memories, not with Ronin's fingertips whispering across his skin and his warmth sinking down into his bones.
"Oh no. He could still do that." The alchemist replies in a voice suddenly devoid of emotion. "Even on days when she couldn't lift her head much less walk, he berated her for not doing the washing."
Birthdays were not a thing celebrated by the Abruzzo's and so recalling a specific age was slightly difficult. "Six or seven, I think. Eight at the most." Chewing the inside of his cheek and peering hard into the cobwebs of his memory, he nods. "I never wanted to talk about it." Remi remarks, feeling the slow sway of Ronin's emotions. "There never seemed to be any point in bringing it up."
"Oh no. He could still do that." The alchemist replies in a voice suddenly devoid of emotion. "Even on days when she couldn't lift her head much less walk, he berated her for not doing the washing."
Birthdays were not a thing celebrated by the Abruzzo's and so recalling a specific age was slightly difficult. "Six or seven, I think. Eight at the most." Chewing the inside of his cheek and peering hard into the cobwebs of his memory, he nods. "I never wanted to talk about it." Remi remarks, feeling the slow sway of Ronin's emotions. "There never seemed to be any point in bringing it up."
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.
