it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
The problem, Remi notices, is not so much the differences in their accents as it is where Ronin intuitively puts the emphasis on his words. Though perhaps that simply is part of the Star's accent. Remi says none of this; no sooner has it sparked in his mind than it's gone, utterly forgotten in the wake of the man before him.
It's as if Ronin's kiss has the same power Remi's dream magic does, because it doesn't seem like an exaggeration to say that they're suddenly a world away, lost together. It takes precisely no encouragement for Remi to find himself on top of the Star, and naked as they are, this is anything but advisable. Arching into the wanderings of his husband's fingers, Remi feels a ripple of tension roll upward from his toes; the back of his thighs tighten and his ribcage expands, concluding in a shivery sigh that leaves his lips.
"You are everything, you know that? Everything." But before Ronin can answer, Remi is kissing him again, and if any part of the alchemist is aware that he needs to stop, there's no sign of it.
It's as if Ronin's kiss has the same power Remi's dream magic does, because it doesn't seem like an exaggeration to say that they're suddenly a world away, lost together. It takes precisely no encouragement for Remi to find himself on top of the Star, and naked as they are, this is anything but advisable. Arching into the wanderings of his husband's fingers, Remi feels a ripple of tension roll upward from his toes; the back of his thighs tighten and his ribcage expands, concluding in a shivery sigh that leaves his lips.
"You are everything, you know that? Everything." But before Ronin can answer, Remi is kissing him again, and if any part of the alchemist is aware that he needs to stop, there's no sign of 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.
