REMI
Shooting his husband an entirely innocent look—honestly, the wine only enhances the flavours and he isn't at all sure why Ronin hasn't thought to do this himself—Remi just looks over at Sugar, winking mischievously.
Looking down at the sketch, bits of crust dotting his lips along with a goodish amount of glitter, the Alchemist just narrows his eyes. "That isn't at all what I had in mind." He grumbles, reaching out a hand to smudge the charcoal drawing, using the powder on his fingers to embellish the figures of he and Ronin with anatomically exaggerated penises.
Reaching out with fingers pulsing with magic, the already-opened bottle of wine floats towards his open hand. Grabbing it and topping up their glasses, Remi sinks down next to Ronin. "I don't want to go to the festival." He says, unsure if it needed saying or not. "But we could put these up over her grave."
Looking down at the sketch, bits of crust dotting his lips along with a goodish amount of glitter, the Alchemist just narrows his eyes. "That isn't at all what I had in mind." He grumbles, reaching out a hand to smudge the charcoal drawing, using the powder on his fingers to embellish the figures of he and Ronin with anatomically exaggerated penises.
Reaching out with fingers pulsing with magic, the already-opened bottle of wine floats towards his open hand. Grabbing it and topping up their glasses, Remi sinks down next to Ronin. "I don't want to go to the festival." He says, unsure if it needed saying or not. "But we could put these up over her grave."
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
