REMI
'You're in the Greatwood.' Remi begins to explain. Their history is such that the alchemist just expects Finn to know things. However as he mentions having taken something to sleep, Remi feels a prickle of uncertainty that coldly sweeps against the back of his neck. He nearly reaches to rub at his collar, his hand stayed only by the intensity with which Finn concentrates.
The sound of Ronin's voice has the alchemist jumping with alarm, his cheeks flushing violently now as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. Guiltily he sucks in a breath which tries and fails to be one of relief; there are too many thoughts in his mind of having let Finn be torn apart by the Undine for Remi to be completely at ease. Still, the feeling of Ronin's lips against his has the alchemist withering with reassurance that the situation is well under control.
Though if Ronin is here, that would mean Finn and Ronin are together, and—it's lucky how quickly the Star explains. Of anyone that the Lullaby might be jealous of his husband being with, strangely it's Finn. Feathers ruffle through Remi's curls as he turns his stare toward the Spyglass, his fingers nervously winding their way around Ronin's waist.
You overdosed? He thinks as he looks at Finn, finding the idea of it painfully hard to bear.
The sound of Ronin's voice has the alchemist jumping with alarm, his cheeks flushing violently now as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. Guiltily he sucks in a breath which tries and fails to be one of relief; there are too many thoughts in his mind of having let Finn be torn apart by the Undine for Remi to be completely at ease. Still, the feeling of Ronin's lips against his has the alchemist withering with reassurance that the situation is well under control.
Though if Ronin is here, that would mean Finn and Ronin are together, and—it's lucky how quickly the Star explains. Of anyone that the Lullaby might be jealous of his husband being with, strangely it's Finn. Feathers ruffle through Remi's curls as he turns his stare toward the Spyglass, his fingers nervously winding their way around Ronin's waist.
You overdosed? He thinks as he looks at Finn, finding the idea of it painfully hard to bear.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
