you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi snorted indignantly at that. "I have an excellent sense of direction, thank you very much. Even drunk I always manage to find my way back to you. Even if it does involve a brief nap on the beach." Interpreting the stormy silence in Ronin's gaze rather egotistically, that is, that it had everything to do with Remi and Ludo rather than Ronin and Safrin, the alchemist merely brought Ronin's fingers to his lips for a kiss, before mischievously nipping at his knuckle.
"I'm sorry to say that you are no longer married to a man who can make magical objects." The alchemist held out the hand not intertwined in Ronin's, palm up, as if the sudden lack of ability was evident in his skin somewhere. "I can still make things...but none are magical now. I can however, do this." A cup appeared (no surprise), but then it was suddenly filled with a dark red liquid. Wine, as it turned out.
"I'm sorry to say that you are no longer married to a man who can make magical objects." The alchemist held out the hand not intertwined in Ronin's, palm up, as if the sudden lack of ability was evident in his skin somewhere. "I can still make things...but none are magical now. I can however, do this." A cup appeared (no surprise), but then it was suddenly filled with a dark red liquid. Wine, as it turned out.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
