REMI
the alchemist
"Sure, sure." Remi chuckles softly, not caring one bit for the Star's corrections, much too fixated on the salty-sweet taste of his husband's skin to be bothered. Sighing adoringly into the feel of Ronin's hand down the length of his back—see? it was a blessing he had to remove his shirt, really—the Lullaby just chuckles. "I'm glad they're married. It's about time." Pausing, he frowns. "Did...we ever get them anything?" They'd talked about all sorts of things, mostly sexual gifts, but hadn't ever really landed on anything in particular.
'Mmm, I do. And paper as well...I know...at least, I think Phoebe has one of them..." It would likely be just as hard to track down both halves of the things he'd made before as it would be to just...ask Ludo to help him with something new.
"Oh?" Entirely entranced by the expression that stretches out across the Star's face, Remi leans back slightly, offering his husband a skeptical stare for his troubles. "Well go on then. Or is this one of those times I have to guess?"
'Mmm, I do. And paper as well...I know...at least, I think Phoebe has one of them..." It would likely be just as hard to track down both halves of the things he'd made before as it would be to just...ask Ludo to help him with something new.
"Oh?" Entirely entranced by the expression that stretches out across the Star's face, Remi leans back slightly, offering his husband a skeptical stare for his troubles. "Well go on then. Or is this one of those times I have to guess?"
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
