i cannot make my anger beautiful
Remi is seated on the porch, a cup of cold-tea in hand, staring accusingly at his husband. The look doesn't last long—can't, not with how adorably winded Ronin is—and the Alchemist has to mentally shove away the numerous quips he might make at the Star's expense before he can speak. "By all means, take your time. We're in no rush." As if on cue, thunder purrs in the distance and a cool breeze snakes up from the sea to chill their skin with an ominous warning of storms to come.
Slowly, as if it really were true that they had all the time in the world, Remi slowly drains his cup before setting it down next to him on the step. With a roguish grin, he turns his eyes up towards Sugar, eyes slanted with a conspiratorial spark. "I expected this of him. But you? If the roof collapses it'll be your nest that gets soaked as much as our room."
Slowly, as if it really were true that they had all the time in the world, Remi slowly drains his cup before setting it down next to him on the step. With a roguish grin, he turns his eyes up towards Sugar, eyes slanted with a conspiratorial spark. "I expected this of him. But you? If the roof collapses it'll be your nest that gets soaked as much as our room."
THE ALCHEMIST
anymore than i can make my pain sweet
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.
