you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"I don't plan on taking my eyes off of you." Remi agrees. While there are certainly times the alchemist wants romance, just now his mind has spirited away to dark places, imagining all sorts of jail-based scenarios in which Ronin and he might find themselves.
Remi does his best to shrug off Ronin's concern, leaning down to press a kiss beneath one of the Star's eyes. "I was here a little bit before you." He replies vaguely. "But I'm used to it." With the sickness Remi endured what felt like multiple eternities waiting in the darkness. But as soon as Ronin appeared, the time became irrelevant and all was made right again. So it was now.
'I know it's strange but...can we sleep?' Fitting himself around the Star, now more on the bed than on his husband, the alchemist exhales a contented sigh as he tilts his head on Ronin's shoulder to gaze up at his husband. "I'd really like to fall asleep with you."
Remi does his best to shrug off Ronin's concern, leaning down to press a kiss beneath one of the Star's eyes. "I was here a little bit before you." He replies vaguely. "But I'm used to it." With the sickness Remi endured what felt like multiple eternities waiting in the darkness. But as soon as Ronin appeared, the time became irrelevant and all was made right again. So it was now.
'I know it's strange but...can we sleep?' Fitting himself around the Star, now more on the bed than on his husband, the alchemist exhales a contented sigh as he tilts his head on Ronin's shoulder to gaze up at his husband. "I'd really like to fall asleep with you."
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.
