walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
The fishmonger, glaring daggers in their direction, would absolutely not attest to it. However with a quick glance over his shoulder, the alchemist nodded. "I'm wounded that you would trust someone you hardly know over me." He countered, watching Ronin saunter his way with devilish intrigue.
"A present? Oh, is it in the pile of boards then?" Though his eyebrow game would never be what Ronin's was, still Remi's brows came together in a roguish arch as he mimed looking over his husband's shoulder to see what might be within the wagon.
Once that kiss might have melted Remi, and would certainly have weakened his knees. Now it only inspired a heated smile. "I loathe it." He whispered against Ronin's receding lips, amusement coating the words. Grinning, he offered the mare a bit of sweet grass suddenly in his hand, patting her neck before glancing down the beach where cries of thief! were slowly floating their way.
Unhurried and unbothered by this, Remi glanced back towards Ronin. Fingers trailing along the wooden boards, the paint was changed from rusty-red to an equally unappealing green. This was in no way meant to head off any future disputes about the wagon's ownership of course. "You know, I think I would like to eat my breakfast on the road. How about you?"
"A present? Oh, is it in the pile of boards then?" Though his eyebrow game would never be what Ronin's was, still Remi's brows came together in a roguish arch as he mimed looking over his husband's shoulder to see what might be within the wagon.
Once that kiss might have melted Remi, and would certainly have weakened his knees. Now it only inspired a heated smile. "I loathe it." He whispered against Ronin's receding lips, amusement coating the words. Grinning, he offered the mare a bit of sweet grass suddenly in his hand, patting her neck before glancing down the beach where cries of thief! were slowly floating their way.
Unhurried and unbothered by this, Remi glanced back towards Ronin. Fingers trailing along the wooden boards, the paint was changed from rusty-red to an equally unappealing green. This was in no way meant to head off any future disputes about the wagon's ownership of course. "You know, I think I would like to eat my breakfast on the road. How about you?"
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.
