bring back the water, let your ships roll in
"My sincerest apologies. I am sure you will find a way for me to make up for it." Remi managed after finding his breath (and at least some of his senses) again.
"Of course my name is on it." Remi agreed with about as much haughtiness as he could muster (read: not a lot). "I am the only one with legible handwriting in this house anyways." He added with altogether adorably smug grin. Hearing I love you come from Ronin's lips made everything in Remi happen all at once. His heart sped and slowed, his breath caught and yet raced, he imaged futures and saw flashes of their past, and it both strengthened and humbled him right to his core. "It might not need saying, but gods I hope you never stop." The alchemist moaned with an adoring smile.
Wait— A voice suddenly interrupted Remi's thoughts, and the alchemist tightened his grip around Ronin as he turned over his shoulder. There, moving towards them on hooves made silent by some of the rugs he'd made, was Isla. Call this a proposal-gift. Isla thought towards Remi, her pebble-blue stare bright with amusement as she neared the pair. Placing her horn against Ronin, the tip glowed bright blue for a moment. Her magic racing through the ex-captain to un-rattle what had been rattled, making his concussion ebb away.
Have a good night you two. I plan to be far, far away. She said pointedly, though there was laughter in her voice as she purposefully departed.
"Of course my name is on it." Remi agreed with about as much haughtiness as he could muster (read: not a lot). "I am the only one with legible handwriting in this house anyways." He added with altogether adorably smug grin. Hearing I love you come from Ronin's lips made everything in Remi happen all at once. His heart sped and slowed, his breath caught and yet raced, he imaged futures and saw flashes of their past, and it both strengthened and humbled him right to his core. "It might not need saying, but gods I hope you never stop." The alchemist moaned with an adoring smile.
Wait— A voice suddenly interrupted Remi's thoughts, and the alchemist tightened his grip around Ronin as he turned over his shoulder. There, moving towards them on hooves made silent by some of the rugs he'd made, was Isla. Call this a proposal-gift. Isla thought towards Remi, her pebble-blue stare bright with amusement as she neared the pair. Placing her horn against Ronin, the tip glowed bright blue for a moment. Her magic racing through the ex-captain to un-rattle what had been rattled, making his concussion ebb away.
Have a good night you two. I plan to be far, far away. She said pointedly, though there was laughter in her voice as she purposefully departed.
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.
