you trace my lines, stirring my soul
The chill of the storm only makes the warmth that slinks from thigh to thigh and from fingertip to spine all the more enticing. Shivering slightly, Remi's solution to the wind and the rain is simply to have more of Ronin, and the Star seems more than willing to comply. "I'm glad I'm at least worth a coat." The Alchemist says as he brushes his nose against Ronin's.
With no objections to be had, they rise as if the world is simply theirs to leave when they choose. Though he has no fear of heights Remi prefers to keep his eyes trained on the man he shares a cloud with, rather than their house which has become a dull speck of light in the graying haze of the storm.
"It has been for a while." Solemnly said, Remi tries on a smile before letting it fall away. Reaching up to brush a bit of wind-styled hair from the Star's eyes, the Alchemist lets his head loll to the side slightly. With Seren ageing as she had and with Safrin whispering independence in her ear from the very first day, the bright-eyed child who had once been about games and playing had quickly been replaced with a teenager who longed for closed bedroom doors and secret conversations. "I had thought...once, to talk about having another child."Since that other thread is gone now and the conversation didn't happen, "..but after this? I think even if Safrin came down with the means to it on a silver platter, I'd not accept." Shoulders slumping somewhat, the Alchemist offers his partner a weary shrug.
She couldn't be trusted.
With no objections to be had, they rise as if the world is simply theirs to leave when they choose. Though he has no fear of heights Remi prefers to keep his eyes trained on the man he shares a cloud with, rather than their house which has become a dull speck of light in the graying haze of the storm.
"It has been for a while." Solemnly said, Remi tries on a smile before letting it fall away. Reaching up to brush a bit of wind-styled hair from the Star's eyes, the Alchemist lets his head loll to the side slightly. With Seren ageing as she had and with Safrin whispering independence in her ear from the very first day, the bright-eyed child who had once been about games and playing had quickly been replaced with a teenager who longed for closed bedroom doors and secret conversations. "I had thought...once, to talk about having another child."
She couldn't be trusted.
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.
