i cannot make my anger beautiful
The Alchemist's eyes drift from the impeccable rendition of him, to Ronin's expectant blue gaze, back down. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he felt about seeing himself permanently captured on Ronin's skin, if only because he'd been captured so many times in the past. Blinking stupidly as he swam through his emotions, one of his hands distractedly reached out for Ronin's as his eyes continued to scan the lines of his form on his husband's shoulder and chest.
"I thought we agreed on a mouse?" He says finally with a crooked smile, letting the hand still tracing patterns above Ronin's skin fall back to his side. Then, thinking better of it, he places it on Ronin's hip to draw the Star closer. Letting his nose scrunch slightly with the absurdity of the idea forming in his mind, Remi raises a brow, looking down at the marked flesh. "Can you...you know, move it?" Make the feathers wave or the wing flap? It was ridiculous to be sure, but in that moment it filled the Alchemist with utter delight to think of it.
"I thought we agreed on a mouse?" He says finally with a crooked smile, letting the hand still tracing patterns above Ronin's skin fall back to his side. Then, thinking better of it, he places it on Ronin's hip to draw the Star closer. Letting his nose scrunch slightly with the absurdity of the idea forming in his mind, Remi raises a brow, looking down at the marked flesh. "Can you...you know, move it?" Make the feathers wave or the wing flap? It was ridiculous to be sure, but in that moment it filled the Alchemist with utter delight to think of it.
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.
