REMI
Though not all of Ronin's grumbles are because of his fingers, Remi is content to keep trying to pry more and more of those sounds from his husband's lips. Raising a brow at Ronin's choice of phrasing though not commenting on it, the alchemist merely stretches beneath the Star's fingers, enjoying the touches he's receiving as much as those he's giving. "A dusty fuck." He muses, lazy and in love.
"When I moved into the Greatwood I bumped into Wessex. I told her I'd been sent there to keep an eye on things. It isn't like she was surprised to hear about it. Apparently, though she'd considered trying to ban us from the Grounds as well." That, he did take a bit of offence too. 'I'm genuinely not sure what the point would be. It isn't as though any of us have a desire to find ourselves back in the Grounds." This is darkly said. So many memories of blood and death there. So many ghosts that need even Ludo could chase away.
"When I moved into the Greatwood I bumped into Wessex. I told her I'd been sent there to keep an eye on things. It isn't like she was surprised to hear about it. Apparently, though she'd considered trying to ban us from the Grounds as well." That, he did take a bit of offence too. 'I'm genuinely not sure what the point would be. It isn't as though any of us have a desire to find ourselves back in the Grounds." This is darkly said. So many memories of blood and death there. So many ghosts that need even Ludo could chase away.
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.
