for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
'RoNiN' The alchemist replies, before Maeve's presence tugs Remi's focus away from the starshine in his husband's deep blue eyes. Feeling the pulse of the Nightshade's emotions as her lips touch his cheek, it's with a boyishly confused blink that Remi realizes that none of their thoughts are strictly above board. Though it isn't surprising given the company, he can't help but imagine Maeve at a dinner party with Finn, Tobi, and Ronin (as that's where his mind had been), and the thought of the former-madame with the former-whore has Remi's stomach somersaulting.
"Mmmm." The Lullaby agrees of using compasses, his predatory stare entranced by the way the light played off of Maeve's dress. "Have you ever tried blushberries?" He wonders, holding out the bottle of golden liquid and giving it a slight shake. "I would..be careful who you drink this with." It's Remi's turn to blush, then, as he hazards a coy glance in Ronin's direction. Even without the golden berries' influence on his system the alchemist feels a bashful rush at the memory of how impossibly twitterpated the fruit had made him around his husband the first time they'd eaten them. (And every time thereafter).
"Mmmm." The Lullaby agrees of using compasses, his predatory stare entranced by the way the light played off of Maeve's dress. "Have you ever tried blushberries?" He wonders, holding out the bottle of golden liquid and giving it a slight shake. "I would..be careful who you drink this with." It's Remi's turn to blush, then, as he hazards a coy glance in Ronin's direction. Even without the golden berries' influence on his system the alchemist feels a bashful rush at the memory of how impossibly twitterpated the fruit had made him around his husband the first time they'd eaten them. (And every time thereafter).
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.
