i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi watches the mouse move from Ronin's hand to the table, staring it with more attention and caution than he'd give to a Wicker Woman or other suitably dangerous creature. His daughter could be thoughtful and sweet, but not where Ronin was concerned. "Mmmmmm." Remi hums under his breath in response to his own worries, before glancing back at Ronin.
Charmed instantly, Remi relaxes and fixes his husband with an equally wry stare. "Something about being tired? About needing a nap I think?" Reaching for the book, he waggled it suggestively. "You wanted me to read this to you...right?" He asked, schooling his face into as serious of an expression as he could muster. Alas, his eyes sparkled with mischief despite his efforts.
Charmed instantly, Remi relaxes and fixes his husband with an equally wry stare. "Something about being tired? About needing a nap I think?" Reaching for the book, he waggled it suggestively. "You wanted me to read this to you...right?" He asked, schooling his face into as serious of an expression as he could muster. Alas, his eyes sparkled with mischief despite his efforts.
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.