i've got a river for a soul
"Listen," Remi mutters defensively, turning toward Ronin. "I just felt....wound up is all. And now I'm still.." Absently he gestures with his hands, splashing slightly in the water to indicate his unsteady state of mind. Humming a note of relief to feel his husband close, the alchemist relaxes back into the Huntsman's embrace and lets his eyes slip shut. "Mmmmmmhmm." He murmurs noncommittally. "I don't remember when I last saw him, actually." Had it been real? Or in a dream? It was hard to pin down what was reality and what wasn't, when for someone like Remi, dreams could be both.
"I know you do." Letting his hands slip beneath the water to massage the tension from Ronin's thighs. "I did not like his magic at all. It felt...slimy and dark. Deathly, which is a bit ironic, but it wasn't the sort of death I have ever felt before." It was like drowning, or sinking in quicksand.
"The relic though...if it could allow an ascended to shift, do you think it could allow anyone to?"
"I know you do." Letting his hands slip beneath the water to massage the tension from Ronin's thighs. "I did not like his magic at all. It felt...slimy and dark. Deathly, which is a bit ironic, but it wasn't the sort of death I have ever felt before." It was like drowning, or sinking in quicksand.
"The relic though...if it could allow an ascended to shift, do you think it could allow anyone to?"
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.
