REMI
The Lullaby is there in an instant. Away go the inky and mottled colours of black that the world of their subconscious has been bathed in. Though Remi doesn't know what the training grounds look like, he paints them in jewel-toned colours with rich accents of ochre and gold.
"You are a sight for sore eyes." Remi says, the words leaving his lips just in the nick of time before they're pressed against Ronin's. The alchemist's hands swarm across his husband's body, tugging him closer that he might tether them to this moment of hopefulness amidst all they've collectively been dealing with.
"You are a sight for sore eyes." Remi says, the words leaving his lips just in the nick of time before they're pressed against Ronin's. The alchemist's hands swarm across his husband's body, tugging him closer that he might tether them to this moment of hopefulness amidst all they've collectively been dealing with.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
