say it's here where our pieces fall in place
"Fair." Remi repeated with an adoring smile. Rather than slinking in between the sheets however, the alchemist collapsed wearily on top of his husband, an arm strewn over his shoulder so that Remi could bury his face in the crook of Ronin's neck. It was the best place to release the heavy and dramatic sigh that had been building in his chest ever since he'd arrived home.
"You will never guess what Phoebe's wedding present to us is." He mumbled against Ronin's skin with a stifled groan. Already feeling the heat radiating off of his husband (two men in a bed did indeed a furnace make), Remi rolled onto his back folding one arm beneath his head so that he could look lazily over at the hunter, his shattered stare amused and yet somehow put-off at the same time.
"You will never guess what Phoebe's wedding present to us is." He mumbled against Ronin's skin with a stifled groan. Already feeling the heat radiating off of his husband (two men in a bed did indeed a furnace make), Remi rolled onto his back folding one arm beneath his head so that he could look lazily over at the hunter, his shattered stare amused and yet somehow put-off at the same time.
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.
