wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Remi too laughs at that, images of swinging chandeliers and drapes torn to shreds by claws scampering across them in haste and fear. Feeling Ronin's laughter beneath his wandering fingers is nearly as sweet as hearing it, and without thought his lips dip down as if to capture the sound the second it leaves his husband's lips.
Still a baby level 3 The Alchemist cannot reciprocate, and he almost feels ashamed at the comprehensive and perfectly communicated wave of emotion that consumes him. It pours through him, coating the places made rough and isntead of smoothing them down, merely reinforces his jagged pieces so that they might be strong once again. Where once he felt weak and uncertain, now there are a pair of blue eyes filled with laughter and hands strong enough for any task. There are also arms to fall into when the world is too much, and the feeling of lips pressed against all the right places in love and affection.
"Ditto." He whispers with a shit-eating-grin, stupidly—hopelessly—in love.
~FIN
"Ditto." He whispers with a shit-eating-grin, stupidly—hopelessly—in love.
~FIN
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
