what good is it live with nothing left to give?
"And here I thought you would have liked my gift." The alchemist snarled into the face of the blighted-man above him. Where there one might have been room for disappointment, despair had entirely taken over. The flower hadn't worked. It...whatever he had felt at the shrine, whatever Ianto had said, it hadn't worked. "Go on then." Remi urged.
As soon as Ronin's hands were around his throat, the alchemist would try and roll swiftly to the side, punching Ronin in the shortribs to knock him off balance to hopefully find their positions swapped. If the alchemist should find himself astride his husband, it would be all too easy to break his grapple and in so doing, try to capture Ronin's hands and pin them down in the snow.
As soon as Ronin's hands were around his throat, the alchemist would try and roll swiftly to the side, punching Ronin in the shortribs to knock him off balance to hopefully find their positions swapped. If the alchemist should find himself astride his husband, it would be all too easy to break his grapple and in so doing, try to capture Ronin's hands and pin them down in the snow.
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.
