that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Unlike Amalia who, in later hours (days?), will avert her eyes from the Star's semi-arousal, the alchemist lets his eyes travel down without shyness or hesitation. To say that it made his mouth water would be a lie given just how constantly parched he was, but he could feel his jaw clench slightly as he forced himself to breathe a steadying breath through his nose.
"Would we?" Remi wonders, having no idea about just how much hero-responsibility this sickness has made (allowed?) Ronin to take on. "Isn't it someone else's job to save them." He wonders flatly. Too tired to shift much more than an inch or so to make room for the huntsman, the Lullaby has to bite down on a growl that grows in the back of his throat. Ronin is hot, and not just in appearances. Laying next to him feels like being swallowed by an inferno. With a pleading look up at Sugar that she might come and lay on his chest to balance things out, Remi nods distantly as his mind threatens to blister and boil.
"You are worth all of this." He manages through dry lips. "Worth everything."
"Would we?" Remi wonders, having no idea about just how much hero-responsibility this sickness has made (allowed?) Ronin to take on. "Isn't it someone else's job to save them." He wonders flatly. Too tired to shift much more than an inch or so to make room for the huntsman, the Lullaby has to bite down on a growl that grows in the back of his throat. Ronin is hot, and not just in appearances. Laying next to him feels like being swallowed by an inferno. With a pleading look up at Sugar that she might come and lay on his chest to balance things out, Remi nods distantly as his mind threatens to blister and boil.
"You are worth all of this." He manages through dry lips. "Worth everything."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
