what good is it live with nothing left to give?
Leaning up on his elbows as the blighted monster moved back slightly, Remi narrowed his eyes. Oh sure, his lips still trembled, his heartbeat wild and afraid, but where sadness might have rolled across his expression there was only a look of disappointment. "You say that as if you are him." The alchemist replied. "You escaped into the woods because that is what monsters do."
As Ronin's icy fingers wrapped around his throat, Remi tilted his chin up to level a glare at the black-eyed creature astride him. Horrifyingly, this was more contact than the alchemist had had with his husband in weeks. Treacherously, his body was enjoying it. "No. To bring blankets in the hope that I could convince you to take care of this body until I tear it back from you." The alchemist responded, swallowing unsteadily beneath the far too chilled grip of the creature.
As Ronin's icy fingers wrapped around his throat, Remi tilted his chin up to level a glare at the black-eyed creature astride him. Horrifyingly, this was more contact than the alchemist had had with his husband in weeks. Treacherously, his body was enjoying it. "No. To bring blankets in the hope that I could convince you to take care of this body until I tear it back from you." The alchemist responded, swallowing unsteadily beneath the far too chilled grip of the creature.
forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
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.
