Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Biting at the inside of his cheek in a frantic attempt to keep some hold on the conversational thread—they were talking about their wedding after all—Remi finds that the images behind his eyes are suddenly merged scenes of wedding vows and the tangle of their limbs.
Finding himself suddenly in Ronin's lap, Remi's eyes snap open as the hand previously on his chest reaches out to steady himself on the bed, before migrating to clutch at the sheets. "More armour?" It's a question, but a confused sounding one, as if the alchemist no longer has any idea what the words mean or how they're applied in this context. Aware of only the way his knees have widened, Remi gives his head a helpless sort of shake. "No buckles, no—
—but I made yours for you." He all but moans, shifting his hips as the muscles of his legs submit their vote to surrender to the movements of Ronin's hand.
Finding himself suddenly in Ronin's lap, Remi's eyes snap open as the hand previously on his chest reaches out to steady himself on the bed, before migrating to clutch at the sheets. "More armour?" It's a question, but a confused sounding one, as if the alchemist no longer has any idea what the words mean or how they're applied in this context. Aware of only the way his knees have widened, Remi gives his head a helpless sort of shake. "No buckles, no—
—but I made yours for you." He all but moans, shifting his hips as the muscles of his legs submit their vote to surrender to the movements of Ronin's hand.
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.
