i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Folding his arms across his chest and puckering out his lower lip, Remi regards his husband's robe through heavily furrowed brows. The alchemist hates the pretentiousness of it of course, but gods if there is anything Ronin can't make look charming and desirable, he hasn't found it yet. 'You do, yeah. But also that you're sufficiently high up enough in it that you don't have to worry.' He adds, nosing toward the embroidered dragon.
"Wha-mmm.." Remi grumbles under his breath, knowing that Ronin was completely correct, and he'd inadvertently made the quip about himself.
His fingers slip between Ronin's, and though it's the barest of touches—and comparatively a laughable amount of physical contact given their history—Remi still hisses in a faint breath at the sensation of it. The tips of his fingers fade into feathers as he revels in the simple sensation of standing in this strange sunlit room that they now hold the keys for, together. Together.
"Now that's the man I married." Remi says, thoroughly twitterpated (and jealous of the cork), as he accepts the bottle from Ronin. He sniffs it first, appearing judgemental and then impressed, before raising it to his lips. Pausing with the bottle half-raised for a moment as his eyes dart to Ronin's, listening, Remi swallows before offering the wine back to the Star. "I'd like to come, I think. I'll head up to the Greatwood while you work though." He'd end up taking a detour into the Grounds, but that was yet to be decided.
"Can we fly, or will we be taking one of the boats?"
"Wha-mmm.." Remi grumbles under his breath, knowing that Ronin was completely correct, and he'd inadvertently made the quip about himself.
His fingers slip between Ronin's, and though it's the barest of touches—and comparatively a laughable amount of physical contact given their history—Remi still hisses in a faint breath at the sensation of it. The tips of his fingers fade into feathers as he revels in the simple sensation of standing in this strange sunlit room that they now hold the keys for, together. Together.
"Now that's the man I married." Remi says, thoroughly twitterpated (and jealous of the cork), as he accepts the bottle from Ronin. He sniffs it first, appearing judgemental and then impressed, before raising it to his lips. Pausing with the bottle half-raised for a moment as his eyes dart to Ronin's, listening, Remi swallows before offering the wine back to the Star. "I'd like to come, I think. I'll head up to the Greatwood while you work though." He'd end up taking a detour into the Grounds, but that was yet to be decided.
"Can we fly, or will we be taking one of the boats?"
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.
