everything looks perfect from far away
Remi gave the other man a sly smile as he nodded in agreement. He would indeed meet Ronin one way or another; the guildmaster (or former guildmaster as it was), had a name that often proceeded him.
Indeed Remi was being honest. He had no interest in seeing anyone else who wasn't Ronin (and given just how handsome his husband was, who could blame him). Instead, he transmuted Aoife's clothes into a swimming dress as well. Pulling her to him, he glanced over at the sound of Oliver's voice. "Well, hopefully I will not have to." Remi chuckled back.
Reacting to Oliver's expression more than anything, the girl happily cackled in response to his joke. Joining in, Remi tipped the other man a nod. Where the alchemist was now thickly muscled and covered in scars, Oliver was lean with skin that seemed only marred by the colourful tattoos on him. Then again, Remi wasn't looking too closely.
Walking towards the Oasis, Remi dipped a toe in and abruptly inhaled sharply. "I was hoping it would have been a bit warmer by now." He confessed sheepishly. For her part though, Aoife cared very little for her father's hesitation. Slamming her tiny hands around and wailing for the water, Remi sighed and sat himself on the bank so that his legs dangled in.
Indeed Remi was being honest. He had no interest in seeing anyone else who wasn't Ronin (and given just how handsome his husband was, who could blame him). Instead, he transmuted Aoife's clothes into a swimming dress as well. Pulling her to him, he glanced over at the sound of Oliver's voice. "Well, hopefully I will not have to." Remi chuckled back.
Reacting to Oliver's expression more than anything, the girl happily cackled in response to his joke. Joining in, Remi tipped the other man a nod. Where the alchemist was now thickly muscled and covered in scars, Oliver was lean with skin that seemed only marred by the colourful tattoos on him. Then again, Remi wasn't looking too closely.
Walking towards the Oasis, Remi dipped a toe in and abruptly inhaled sharply. "I was hoping it would have been a bit warmer by now." He confessed sheepishly. For her part though, Aoife cared very little for her father's hesitation. Slamming her tiny hands around and wailing for the water, Remi sighed and sat himself on the bank so that his legs dangled in.
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.
