Remi hummed a sound of acknowledgement and agreement. He knew they probably ought to be doing something about it—jumping out of bed, sounding the alarm, speaking to Delah or so—and while he did feel a pang of guilt about burrowing further into the bed, it was completely overwhelmed by how relaxed and at ease he felt so wrapped up in Ronin.
Meeting his husband's smile with a slow and adoring one of his own, Remi pulled in a breath. "Deimos was telling me about mountains...and a man called Caiside tried to explain what a volcano was. Do you know I have never seen a mountain before?" Searching Ronin's face, the alchemist tried to judge if his husband had. Given that Ronin was a soldier and a noble once upon a time, it was possible. But in his paltry wanderings, Remi had seen very little from the back of his father's wagon. "I think I would very much like to see those things. And the ocean, of course."
Meeting his husband's smile with a slow and adoring one of his own, Remi pulled in a breath. "Deimos was telling me about mountains...and a man called Caiside tried to explain what a volcano was. Do you know I have never seen a mountain before?" Searching Ronin's face, the alchemist tried to judge if his husband had. Given that Ronin was a soldier and a noble once upon a time, it was possible. But in his paltry wanderings, Remi had seen very little from the back of his father's wagon. "I think I would very much like to see those things. And the ocean, of course."
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
