i cannot make my anger beautiful
Taking the offered hand with a smile more boyish than its been in months, Remi watches his husband work his magic. "That's quite the trick, you know." He murmurs appreciatively. For all of their combined abilities, there's something altogether whimsical about Ronin's means of transportation these days that murderous soul-magic simply can't compete with.
"Oh I was wondering about that. I was waiting to see if I was meant to ask about it or pretend I hadn't noticed your sore shoulder." With a snort, knowing just what season of Ronin's they were about to head into, the Alchemist narrows his eyes playfully, thinking he knew just what it was his husband had been up to that morning. "Let me guess, you fought someone for my honour?"
"Oh I was wondering about that. I was waiting to see if I was meant to ask about it or pretend I hadn't noticed your sore shoulder." With a snort, knowing just what season of Ronin's they were about to head into, the Alchemist narrows his eyes playfully, thinking he knew just what it was his husband had been up to that morning. "Let me guess, you fought someone for my honour?"
THE ALCHEMIST
anymore than i can make my pain sweet
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.
