REMI
"I quite like your bunts." The Alchemist pouts, his eyes firmly on Ronin's ass and not the triangles littering the table. Humming a note of contentment as the Star kisses him and sits down, Ronin will feel the Alchemist's heart stutter and stumble as he references the book again.
Putting down his wine glass and reaching for the cover almost hesitantly, Remi flips to the back as instructed. The depiction steals his breath and his very soul. It isn't him he looks at, but her. Gods, it's her.
Choking back a sound of laughter and sorrow, Remi reaches out for Ronin's hand, clutching it fiercely as his eyes scan the page. "It's perfect." He whispers, biting the inside of his cheek as tears immediately streak down his face. His heart is hammering, and if he thought he was at a loss for words before, it's nothing compared to now. "Perfect."
Putting down his wine glass and reaching for the cover almost hesitantly, Remi flips to the back as instructed. The depiction steals his breath and his very soul. It isn't him he looks at, but her. Gods, it's her.
Choking back a sound of laughter and sorrow, Remi reaches out for Ronin's hand, clutching it fiercely as his eyes scan the page. "It's perfect." He whispers, biting the inside of his cheek as tears immediately streak down his face. His heart is hammering, and if he thought he was at a loss for words before, it's nothing compared to now. "Perfect."
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.
