you trace my lines, stirring my soul
'I definitely like the sound of that." Remi replies, all but purring as Ronin's fingers work their way against the sensitive base of his feathers. "Greatwood dates, dates in this Celestine...maybe even back on the beaches of Torchline."
Lowering his chin that he might stretch his back beneath the Star's fingers, the alchemist lets out a contented near-purr (more of a growl, really), before flashing the huntsman a skeptical smile. "We both know my memory isn't what it used to be." Remi says gravely. "I think you'll probably have to remind me. Often." He leans forward to press a lingering kiss against Ronin's lips. "Daily, even." He adds, his lips whispering over his husband's.
Lowering his chin that he might stretch his back beneath the Star's fingers, the alchemist lets out a contented near-purr (more of a growl, really), before flashing the huntsman a skeptical smile. "We both know my memory isn't what it used to be." Remi says gravely. "I think you'll probably have to remind me. Often." He leans forward to press a lingering kiss against Ronin's lips. "Daily, even." He adds, his lips whispering over his husband's.
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.
