i have been quietly standing in the shade
Who was holding who up at that point was uncertain. All Remi knew was that if he let go of Ronin he was sure that they would both tumble to the floor which was probably something to be avoided. For some reason anyways, despite how comfortable it was suddenly seeming. "So sentimental." Remi said and then shrugged. "I could make us some. It...its 4 suits? And..." Closing just one eye, Remi tried to remember what sorts of numbers and figures were depicted in cards, finding it strangely difficult. "Maybe in our deck we could have a card for Sugar and Van and Aoife and.." Dreamily he trailed off, imaging names and faces on cards.
The silliness of the moment faded into one of those still and calm moments and though he hadn't been before, now he was sure it was Ronin holding him up. Not the floor, not the walls, but Ronin. And then the world spun and Remi's senses blurred and oh. Feathers spread throughout Remi's curls for just a moment before settling again as Ronin's forehead butted unceremoniously against his own.
Remi's arms had gently allowed for the closeness, now resting vaguely around Ronin's neck as if they were dancing. Dozily almost (though he wasn't, Ronin's proximity comfortable as it might have been sent Remi's heart racing at the sheer prospect of having another man this close to him, even if that man was arguably his best friend), Remi's eyes closed slightly. It wasn't like he could really see Ronin as it was.
A more melodramatic man might have said, but I always have been fighting alone, but alcohol and self-pity mixed poorly. So instead the alchemist exhaled into a thoughtful sort of sigh. "Would that make me, the damsel then?"
The silliness of the moment faded into one of those still and calm moments and though he hadn't been before, now he was sure it was Ronin holding him up. Not the floor, not the walls, but Ronin. And then the world spun and Remi's senses blurred and oh. Feathers spread throughout Remi's curls for just a moment before settling again as Ronin's forehead butted unceremoniously against his own.
Remi's arms had gently allowed for the closeness, now resting vaguely around Ronin's neck as if they were dancing. Dozily almost (though he wasn't, Ronin's proximity comfortable as it might have been sent Remi's heart racing at the sheer prospect of having another man this close to him, even if that man was arguably his best friend), Remi's eyes closed slightly. It wasn't like he could really see Ronin as it was.
A more melodramatic man might have said, but I always have been fighting alone, but alcohol and self-pity mixed poorly. So instead the alchemist exhaled into a thoughtful sort of sigh. "Would that make me, the damsel then?"
watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made
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.
