REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"I just...You're Ronin Taliesin. I suppose in my mind the Taliesin name has always meant you." He couldn't quite find the words to express it. There was some strange hero-worship underlying the Alchemist's poorly-expressed claim. To be a Taliesin was to have a strong jaw and burning blue eyes
Much as Remi loved their more passionate and fiery embraces, there was something satisfying in equally pleasurable ways in the slow press of soft tongues and sun-burnt lips. "Can you imagine the life you might have had, if you'd married someone else?" Remi said with a low laugh, pressing the tip of his nose against Ronin's before stealing another kiss. "You'd be all tucked away somewhere, safe...with fewer scars and a better haircut." This was cheekily said of course, and in an effort to cut off Ronin's rebuttal, the Alchemist rolled himself ontop of the hunter, smothering further argument with his lips.
Much as Remi loved their more passionate and fiery embraces, there was something satisfying in equally pleasurable ways in the slow press of soft tongues and sun-burnt lips. "Can you imagine the life you might have had, if you'd married someone else?" Remi said with a low laugh, pressing the tip of his nose against Ronin's before stealing another kiss. "You'd be all tucked away somewhere, safe...with fewer scars and a better haircut." This was cheekily said of course, and in an effort to cut off Ronin's rebuttal, the Alchemist rolled himself ontop of the hunter, smothering further argument with his lips.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
