& my heart ran away from me
"Well I suppose it's lucky for me that you don't make the rules, mm?" Remi chuckled back. Offering a feigned pout as Ronin left whiskey still in his glass, the alchemist instead downed it with a look of mischief. He would be getting drunk tonight.
For a moment Remi's expression drew stern and the light in his pale stare dimmed. "I never saw any of it coming." He agreed. Not the good, nor the bad. Not wanting to dither in the melancholy of the past, instead, Remi reached for Ronin, drawing him in for a whiskey-sweet kiss. "As for how it feels?" The alchemist hummed against his husband's lips, pulling back only enough for Ronin to see that the mischievous spark was back in his husband's gaze. "Currently it feels fine, though I know soon the naivety of this feeling will go away. But I think it's the right thing...if this is to be our home, the home we've chosen, then I don't want to just see it descend into chaos."
For a moment Remi's expression drew stern and the light in his pale stare dimmed. "I never saw any of it coming." He agreed. Not the good, nor the bad. Not wanting to dither in the melancholy of the past, instead, Remi reached for Ronin, drawing him in for a whiskey-sweet kiss. "As for how it feels?" The alchemist hummed against his husband's lips, pulling back only enough for Ronin to see that the mischievous spark was back in his husband's gaze. "Currently it feels fine, though I know soon the naivety of this feeling will go away. But I think it's the right thing...if this is to be our home, the home we've chosen, then I don't want to just see it descend into chaos."
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.
