walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi can't help his boyish grin to hear Ronin's praises, and it's with lips hoping to encourage many more of them, that he presses a soft kiss against the Star's. "Then a bar you shall have." He agrees, already thinking of places he might put such a thing downstairs, before he has an even better idea. "Perhaps this bar will offer room service. Bar-to-bed-delivery."
"I did." Remi hums into Ronin's intentional? silence. Sliding his thumbs along his husband's hands, the alchemist's eyes grow a touch more focused; Ronin's wounds are clear enough and quite clean too, thanks to the rain. 'How intimidating.' Remi doesn't even try and sound like he means it. Reaching for an ointment that will keep the gauze from sticking to the lacerations on the Star's knuckles, Remi raises a silent brow to hear how Ronin had apparently worded his threat. He might have left it at that, had it not been for their new approach on life. So instead of swallowing down his thoughts, Remi instead raises his eyes. "Too far." It isn't a judgement nor a condemnation; Remi can feel from the Star that he knows how wrong it was to say it. "We cannot let our children be used as weapons, even when the things we might say of them are true." Killing Sunjata would leave his daughter fatherless. But Remi has no doubt Ronin's linguistic choices were intentional.
"I did." Remi hums into Ronin's intentional? silence. Sliding his thumbs along his husband's hands, the alchemist's eyes grow a touch more focused; Ronin's wounds are clear enough and quite clean too, thanks to the rain. 'How intimidating.' Remi doesn't even try and sound like he means it. Reaching for an ointment that will keep the gauze from sticking to the lacerations on the Star's knuckles, Remi raises a silent brow to hear how Ronin had apparently worded his threat. He might have left it at that, had it not been for their new approach on life. So instead of swallowing down his thoughts, Remi instead raises his eyes. "Too far." It isn't a judgement nor a condemnation; Remi can feel from the Star that he knows how wrong it was to say it. "We cannot let our children be used as weapons, even when the things we might say of them are true." Killing Sunjata would leave his daughter fatherless. But Remi has no doubt Ronin's linguistic choices were intentional.
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.
