only one only one.
Now able to, Ronin would feel the rising unease within the alchemist. It was a primal sort of soup comprised of hunger, desire, and violence. Steeling himself against it, the tethers of his restraint used to this sort of work, Remi pulled in a breath and swallowed. "Your majesty mm? You're the one wearing the crown." The alchemist observed smoothly, feet stepping onto the cool sands.
However what came out of his husband's...head, made Remi stop abruptly. The connection between them would turn to static as the heat-filled desire of the predators within him ran from the cold dread consuming Remi's thoughts.
Surely Ronin meant he couldn't turn back into himself, but the alchemist interpreted it another way. That he couldn't turn back against Safrin, not after everything that had happened.
"You're going back?" Remi asked, breathless and unsure. "During LongNight?" It was what Ronin had said, but perhaps hearing it from someone else would make the hunter realize how absolutely mad it was.
However what came out of his husband's...head, made Remi stop abruptly. The connection between them would turn to static as the heat-filled desire of the predators within him ran from the cold dread consuming Remi's thoughts.
Surely Ronin meant he couldn't turn back into himself, but the alchemist interpreted it another way. That he couldn't turn back against Safrin, not after everything that had happened.
"You're going back?" Remi asked, breathless and unsure. "During LongNight?" It was what Ronin had said, but perhaps hearing it from someone else would make the hunter realize how absolutely mad it was.
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.
