you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"Only you could look so dashing in defeat." Remi said, his heart a bright and runaway thing in his chest as he sighed happily into the press of Ronin's lips against his cheek.
Now that it was on his mind—it of course being the deaths of all those sailors—Remi could hardly think of anything else. Scrubbing a hand through his curls, Remi reached for Ronin's hand, meaning to pull his fingers to his lips that he might press a kiss to the rise of his knuckles. Boyish as the alchemist's smile was, it was fettered by no small amount of seriousness as he tilted his head slightly, eyes rising to meet his husband's.
"Ronin...do you think the gods are right in the things they ask of us? Or...even if they aren't..that they are gods...does that make the things they say, worth doing?" The question was awkwardly asked, Remi fumbling for words he couldn't possibly hope to find given the monumental thing he was actually asking: is it alright to kill for them?
Now that it was on his mind—it of course being the deaths of all those sailors—Remi could hardly think of anything else. Scrubbing a hand through his curls, Remi reached for Ronin's hand, meaning to pull his fingers to his lips that he might press a kiss to the rise of his knuckles. Boyish as the alchemist's smile was, it was fettered by no small amount of seriousness as he tilted his head slightly, eyes rising to meet his husband's.
"Ronin...do you think the gods are right in the things they ask of us? Or...even if they aren't..that they are gods...does that make the things they say, worth doing?" The question was awkwardly asked, Remi fumbling for words he couldn't possibly hope to find given the monumental thing he was actually asking: is it alright to kill for them?
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
