i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Well then, the Dragon, best be sure not to spill anything on that robe of yours or they'll be calling you the flaggon instead." Not his best wordplay, but with his tongue remembering in vivid detail just how every part of Ronin tasted and felt, being even remotely clever was near impossible.
It makes Remi's teeth clench to hear Ronin say it so plainly, and the breath the alchemist releases is shivery at best. "You know, there was a time I could name every single moment you inadvertently touched me." The alchemist admits as the edges of his blush disappear into his curls. "From when you wrapped my hand around you to help stop the bleeding from your stab wound, to every unintentional kick of your foot beneath the table or touch of your fingers handing me a chunk of bread."
Glancing up just to see Ronin's lips around the bottle, the alchemist immediately (and obviously) diverts his attention first to the ceiling, then the floor, then the countertop. All the while though the feather-light embrace would continue.
'I'd like that as well.' Remi agrees, the words tumbling out across dry lips that has the alchemist holding out his hand for the bottle as if wine was in at all the solution to any of his problems.
It makes Remi's teeth clench to hear Ronin say it so plainly, and the breath the alchemist releases is shivery at best. "You know, there was a time I could name every single moment you inadvertently touched me." The alchemist admits as the edges of his blush disappear into his curls. "From when you wrapped my hand around you to help stop the bleeding from your stab wound, to every unintentional kick of your foot beneath the table or touch of your fingers handing me a chunk of bread."
Glancing up just to see Ronin's lips around the bottle, the alchemist immediately (and obviously) diverts his attention first to the ceiling, then the floor, then the countertop. All the while though the feather-light embrace would continue.
'I'd like that as well.' Remi agrees, the words tumbling out across dry lips that has the alchemist holding out his hand for the bottle as if wine was in at all the solution to any of his problems.
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.
