REMI
Gods but if it isn't cramped and uncomfortable. There aren't even really springs beneath the thin mattress on which they sit, just wooden panels. The room seems uncomfortably small now that they're both sitting up, and Remi manages (barely) to pull his eyes away from Ronin to do a quick sweep of the room before looking back. "So you...finished your quest?" Remi mumbles, his post-dream logic coming together in hazy and ill-formed pieces. "But..then shouldn't this be the wagon?"
The whole point was that Ronin could project.
Reaching out a hand to softly cup the side of the soldier's face with all the tentativeness and hesitation of a first date, Remi swallows hard as he peers into his husband eyes. "Is it really you? Am I really here?" The words are all but whispered, and not just because neither of them have brushed their teeth or because they're sitting so close. Instead it's as if the alchemist is afraid to break some sort of spell or misplaced magic that might send him back across the world and into the Greatwood.
The whole point was that Ronin could project.
Reaching out a hand to softly cup the side of the soldier's face with all the tentativeness and hesitation of a first date, Remi swallows hard as he peers into his husband eyes. "Is it really you? Am I really here?" The words are all but whispered, and not just because neither of them have brushed their teeth or because they're sitting so close. Instead it's as if the alchemist is afraid to break some sort of spell or misplaced magic that might send him back across the world and into the Greatwood.
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.
