i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Beneath the furs, Remi's grin is instant and adoring despite how his husband's accent wraps around the travelling tongue in all the wrong ways (whatever Ronin might think). Had the alchemist the attention span for it, he might have sent his own duplicate to sip coffee while he busied himself with other things, but alas, for all his cleverness multitasking has rarely been one of his strengths.
In identical dress, Remi wraps a fur around Ronin's shoulders to both welcome him into bed as much as trap him in place. The Huntsman's skin is crisp and cool from his morning trek, leaving Remi's wandering fingers keen to chase away the chill. "You feel like dawn." He mumbles against his husband's lips; golden, and fresh, and captivating. 'And you smell like the leaves." Wanting to be blanketed by his husband rather than the furs with which he'd been spooning since Ronin left their bed, Remi raises his hips that he might wrap his legs around his husband's waist, growling a triumphant sort of sound in the back of his throat.
"And now you're mine and I am never letting you go."
In identical dress, Remi wraps a fur around Ronin's shoulders to both welcome him into bed as much as trap him in place. The Huntsman's skin is crisp and cool from his morning trek, leaving Remi's wandering fingers keen to chase away the chill. "You feel like dawn." He mumbles against his husband's lips; golden, and fresh, and captivating. 'And you smell like the leaves." Wanting to be blanketed by his husband rather than the furs with which he'd been spooning since Ronin left their bed, Remi raises his hips that he might wrap his legs around his husband's waist, growling a triumphant sort of sound in the back of his throat.
"And now you're mine and I am never letting you go."
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.
