i cannot make my anger beautiful
Snorting abruptly at that, having forgotten the polecat scarf-idea altogether, Remi nods crookedly. "Well then it's a very good thing indeed you picked hawk." He whispers as his knuckles find Ronin's lips. The sensation delights him as it always does, the hand on Ronin's hip growing more firm as the Alchemist relaxes in the wake of this surprise.
Watching with awe, he finds Ronin is quite correct: moved muscles don't replicate a hawk's wing or feather movements, but it's just as well they don't. What is meant to be sweet for a moment sours in Remi's mind as he makes the connection between what Ronin says and what it implies. He wanted to choose this mark because there are others upon him he didn't choose. And not just the battle wounds and scars either: the other tattoo .
"It isn't too much." Remi says after a moment, swallowing down his bitterness at Safrin before shaking his head slightly to apologize. His fingers on Ronin's stroke softly the golden shackles, near-invisible in this light, that bind his wrists. "It's perfect. As are you." Shyly, his eyes falling back to the thin strokes of ink made permanent on the Star's skin, Remi bites the inside of his lip hesitantly. "I suppose I can't touch it, can I?"
Watching with awe, he finds Ronin is quite correct: moved muscles don't replicate a hawk's wing or feather movements, but it's just as well they don't. What is meant to be sweet for a moment sours in Remi's mind as he makes the connection between what Ronin says and what it implies. He wanted to choose this mark because there are others upon him he didn't choose. And not just the battle wounds and scars either: the other tattoo .
"It isn't too much." Remi says after a moment, swallowing down his bitterness at Safrin before shaking his head slightly to apologize. His fingers on Ronin's stroke softly the golden shackles, near-invisible in this light, that bind his wrists. "It's perfect. As are you." Shyly, his eyes falling back to the thin strokes of ink made permanent on the Star's skin, Remi bites the inside of his lip hesitantly. "I suppose I can't touch it, can I?"
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.
