Sitting up straighter and gloating happily at his victory, the alchemist nodded with bright smirk. Indulgently leaning forward, more than happy to be lead at anytime by Ronin's fingers, Remi inhaled with a shaky smile before letting himself be kissed. "Gods I love hearing you say that." He whispered against Ronin's mouth, before ever so softly biting the ex-captain's lower lip. "Even if I am quite sure you are doing it just to shut me up."
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Remi was Remi-ing about the house. He should go to his shop, or his own guild, but he was quite sure this was the first place Ronin would return home to. Besides, he'd be kidding himself if he thought he'd get any work at all done while Ronin was out Ronin-ing. Instead, he paced back and forth, absently moved things about in the house, started to draw or write and immediately forgot what about, finding himself staring blankly down at the floor while feeling his husband's heart thundering against his clenched fingers.
The sound of muffled crashes and thumps from outside immediately drew Remi's gaze and within seconds he was out the door, trotting towards the training arena. His own heart was in his throat as his eyes scanned over Ronin. From a distance he appeared as he normally did, though upon closer inspection and with a gaze that had been trained as of late to notice specific things about his partner, his husband seemed anything but alright.
"I take it the talk did not go well?" Remi asked, leaning against the railing behind one of the dummies. Much as he might have liked to console his partner, something told him that punching the training dummies might be more of what Ronin needed.
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Remi was Remi-ing about the house. He should go to his shop, or his own guild, but he was quite sure this was the first place Ronin would return home to. Besides, he'd be kidding himself if he thought he'd get any work at all done while Ronin was out Ronin-ing. Instead, he paced back and forth, absently moved things about in the house, started to draw or write and immediately forgot what about, finding himself staring blankly down at the floor while feeling his husband's heart thundering against his clenched fingers.
The sound of muffled crashes and thumps from outside immediately drew Remi's gaze and within seconds he was out the door, trotting towards the training arena. His own heart was in his throat as his eyes scanned over Ronin. From a distance he appeared as he normally did, though upon closer inspection and with a gaze that had been trained as of late to notice specific things about his partner, his husband seemed anything but alright.
"I take it the talk did not go well?" Remi asked, leaning against the railing behind one of the dummies. Much as he might have liked to console his partner, something told him that punching the training dummies might be more of what Ronin needed.
nobody hangs hard times on the wall
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.
