got shaky hands and a naive heart
"Are you using this dream as an excuse to be even more insufferably charming?" Remi wonders, for surely there's no other man on earth who could say something about making dreams come true, and mean it in a literal sense, other than Ronin. Sinking into the kiss and drinking it down like it's another dose of whatever it is about Ronin which has found and saved him here, the Alchemist stretches out a hand and lets it linger on his husband's thigh. It doesn't wander or tighten, merely anchors him there in a way which makes Remi feel as though he can breathe again (though his breath is absolutely held, at least until his lips part from Ronin's).
Collapsing down happily, Remi's clothes disappear as well. At the same time wings sprout from his back, one of which reaches out to drape across the huntsman. "I don't know." The Alchemist replies, his honesty a weighty thing that even the buoyant dream-air has trouble upholding. "It's magical, whatever it is. This...it isn't a sickness." Not a normal one, anyway. The Alchemist had grown too strong for that and they both knew it. Looking softly amused and properly contrite to hear what he'd done, Remi sighs and merely shakes his head. "I don't remember any of it. The last thing I remember is...the night with Amalia?" Squinting slightly as if he might make out the details somehow, he quickly ceases his effort.
"Before you came...Ludo was here. I think it was Ludo, anyway. Do you think...is this because of it?"
Collapsing down happily, Remi's clothes disappear as well. At the same time wings sprout from his back, one of which reaches out to drape across the huntsman. "I don't know." The Alchemist replies, his honesty a weighty thing that even the buoyant dream-air has trouble upholding. "It's magical, whatever it is. This...it isn't a sickness." Not a normal one, anyway. The Alchemist had grown too strong for that and they both knew it. Looking softly amused and properly contrite to hear what he'd done, Remi sighs and merely shakes his head. "I don't remember any of it. The last thing I remember is...the night with Amalia?" Squinting slightly as if he might make out the details somehow, he quickly ceases his effort.
"Before you came...Ludo was here. I think it was Ludo, anyway. Do you think...is this because of it?"
The lullaby
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.
