REMI
If Remi was supposed to be nervous, no one had let him know. This was the first wedding he'd been in after all. If anything, he was just a bit fidgety. Not that the alchemist didn't love a gathering that promised food, friends, and hopefully a drama (and curse) free evening, but despite the lengths that he'd gone through to make everything perfect, all Remi truly wanted was the moment he could properly call Ronin his, and he, Ronin's.
His soon-to-be-husband had all but dressed him, having drawn out very specific instructions and patterns for what Remi ought to wear. The suit was earthen colours with brightly coloured accents, as well as a wooden bow-tie. Remi thought there was probably a pun or innuendo in the accessory somewhere, but his mind was filled with far too many romantic (and explicit) thoughts to work out what the joke was. The cloth accented his athletic frame perhaps a little too well for Remi's liking, but such were Ronin's instructions.
Dragging in a jittery breath, Remi helped himself to a glass of wine as he tried not to fidget too obviously with the two ring boxes in his pocket.
His soon-to-be-husband had all but dressed him, having drawn out very specific instructions and patterns for what Remi ought to wear. The suit was earthen colours with brightly coloured accents, as well as a wooden bow-tie. Remi thought there was probably a pun or innuendo in the accessory somewhere, but his mind was filled with far too many romantic (and explicit) thoughts to work out what the joke was. The cloth accented his athletic frame perhaps a little too well for Remi's liking, but such were Ronin's instructions.
Dragging in a jittery breath, Remi helped himself to a glass of wine as he tried not to fidget too obviously with the two ring boxes in his pocket.
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.
