that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"Don't jinx it." Remi says, pulling a blanket closer around him as he both shivers in the cold and broils from the inside-out. Had he the strength he'd have reached out to tap on Ronin's crotch; knocking on wood, and all that. Sadly, his muscles are exhausted from the constant shaking, and it's all he can do to try and keep himself conscious.
"I love you Ronin, but I do not see what you see in this place." The Lullaby mumbles affectionately, nudging himself closer to his husband. "Maybe it's the artist in you and the alchemist in me, but all I see is a lot of unusable water and cold." That Ronin would pick out the golden light against the soft pinks and blues over the Tundra was understandable. Remi could see it too, though he didn't appreciate it the way Ronin apparently did.
"I love you Ronin, but I do not see what you see in this place." The Lullaby mumbles affectionately, nudging himself closer to his husband. "Maybe it's the artist in you and the alchemist in me, but all I see is a lot of unusable water and cold." That Ronin would pick out the golden light against the soft pinks and blues over the Tundra was understandable. Remi could see it too, though he didn't appreciate it the way Ronin apparently did.
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.
