REMI
the alchemist
You know how they say you got the real thing,
When nothing else matters?
When nothing else matters?
"Pancakes." The Alchemist murmured in a sleepy drawl as wakefulness slowly pulled his eyes open. Daylight filtered into their room in long streaks that looked nearly tangible, illuminating piles of clothes discarded in a haste and never remedied. Laundry was not top of mind in a house full of demigods it would seem.
"You m'ssed my bir'day." Remi continued on, nuzzling his unshaven chin annoyingly against Ronin's neck and huffing out a breath into his husband's ear. Draping one leg over the Ronin-shaped-lump beneath the covers, the Alchemist groaned under his breath as his knee clicked and his back angrily tensed. He'd become an old man somewhere along the way and not only had his husband not told him, he hadn't even made him pancakes about it.
"You m'ssed my bir'day." Remi continued on, nuzzling his unshaven chin annoyingly against Ronin's neck and huffing out a breath into his husband's ear. Draping one leg over the Ronin-shaped-lump beneath the covers, the Alchemist groaned under his breath as his knee clicked and his back angrily tensed. He'd become an old man somewhere along the way and not only had his husband not told him, he hadn't even made him pancakes about it.
I love you like that
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.
