REMI
the alchemist
You know how they say you got the real thing,
When nothing else matters?
When nothing else matters?
'You're still doing it.' The Alchemist grumbled, though there was absolutely no trace of genuine upset to be found. Indeed, Seren's sleeping presence just a door-away was all that was keeping Remi from truly expressing the depths of his lack of frustration with his husband.
For a moment rare enough that neither man who likely take it for granted, Remi marvelled in the quiet normalcy of the morning. Though Ronin's body was as suitably scarred as his own, the Alchemist found his eyes instead wandering to where traces of flour clumped on his husband's forearms, or how he shifted his weight to stand more on one foot than the other. It had been far too long since the last time Remi had had the chance to marvel at his husbands more unimpressive traits (the way his hair parted and fell, the length of his spine, the way his toenails needed to be cut); the sorts of things you only really noticed when you were well and truly in love—and of course not being thrust into battle or being told you have an unexpected child to raise.
'Maybe I will, maybe I won't." Remi replied with a childish lilt to his voice, before grinning unapologetically as the parchment was thrown back his way. Reaching for Ronin's shoulder to drag him down (not to eye, but lip-level), the Alchemist indulged himself in the sunburnt-softness of his husband's lips, evidence of precisely the sort of freedom that Caido afforded the two of them. "If only you'd brushed your teeth before coming down here, that might have been rather nice." The Alchemist hummed as he released his would-be chef.
For a moment rare enough that neither man who likely take it for granted, Remi marvelled in the quiet normalcy of the morning. Though Ronin's body was as suitably scarred as his own, the Alchemist found his eyes instead wandering to where traces of flour clumped on his husband's forearms, or how he shifted his weight to stand more on one foot than the other. It had been far too long since the last time Remi had had the chance to marvel at his husbands more unimpressive traits (the way his hair parted and fell, the length of his spine, the way his toenails needed to be cut); the sorts of things you only really noticed when you were well and truly in love—and of course not being thrust into battle or being told you have an unexpected child to raise.
'Maybe I will, maybe I won't." Remi replied with a childish lilt to his voice, before grinning unapologetically as the parchment was thrown back his way. Reaching for Ronin's shoulder to drag him down (not to eye, but lip-level), the Alchemist indulged himself in the sunburnt-softness of his husband's lips, evidence of precisely the sort of freedom that Caido afforded the two of them. "If only you'd brushed your teeth before coming down here, that might have been rather nice." The Alchemist hummed as he released his would-be chef.
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.
