you trace my lines, stirring my soul
If Remi hadn't known the landscape of Ronin's body better than his own, he wouldn't have seen the new tattoos. They were like strands of moonlight in the sun-glare of Ronin's tan, but they were there. Softly Remi's thumb ran over the pale dots, not quite sure what it was they meant.
One of those dreams. Not jealous by nature, the alchemist merely nodded at this. One couldn't help who one dreamed of after all, but slowly as the implication of it not being a dream sank into Remi's often rather-thick consciousness, he glanced up sharply at Ronin. His expression wasn't one of anger, just confusion and a species of discontentment he couldn't quite name. "Wait, so you..." He blinked, heart skipping a beat or three.
Whatever semi-righteous anger the alchemist might have felt at the as-of-yet unconfirmed assumption his husband had slept with a goddess was tempered by the fact that he'd committed no fewer than 5 murders at Ludo's request.
'Did...she ask anything of you?"
One of those dreams. Not jealous by nature, the alchemist merely nodded at this. One couldn't help who one dreamed of after all, but slowly as the implication of it not being a dream sank into Remi's often rather-thick consciousness, he glanced up sharply at Ronin. His expression wasn't one of anger, just confusion and a species of discontentment he couldn't quite name. "Wait, so you..." He blinked, heart skipping a beat or three.
Whatever semi-righteous anger the alchemist might have felt at the as-of-yet unconfirmed assumption his husband had slept with a goddess was tempered by the fact that he'd committed no fewer than 5 murders at Ludo's request.
'Did...she ask anything of you?"
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.
