it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
It's a kind idea, but the alchemist can't help the way his stomach ties itself into knots and how his blood seems to flash-freeze. 'No, I...' Trying on a smile, it instantly falls away, leaving Remi reaching for Ronin's hand rather than faking any sort of emotion on the Star's behalf. "It would be like imagining Aoife here, in this life. It..." Swallowing, his gaze tumbles down, his free hand coming to swipe roughly at one of his eyes. "Would that I could tell myself that lie."
Remi is beneath the covers in the blink of an eye, and though it was the last place he should have been given the thoughts rolling about in his brain, it was right to Ronin's side that he fit himself. Sliding his palm across the Star's chest, Remi allows himself a moment of respite from childhood traumas to appreciate being so close to his husband without freezing waters swirling around.
"Oh, we will absolutely be talking about you." Remi says with an audible grin. "So if you want to know if you can learn, the answer is absolutely no."
Remi is beneath the covers in the blink of an eye, and though it was the last place he should have been given the thoughts rolling about in his brain, it was right to Ronin's side that he fit himself. Sliding his palm across the Star's chest, Remi allows himself a moment of respite from childhood traumas to appreciate being so close to his husband without freezing waters swirling around.
"Oh, we will absolutely be talking about you." Remi says with an audible grin. "So if you want to know if you can learn, the answer is absolutely no."
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.
