Remi gasps a breath against Ronin's lips, as ever impossibly undone by the mere presence of his husband (and gods if he hasn't specifically chosen an outfit to make the alchemist weak-kneed). There will never come a day where the alchemist's inclination isn't just to strip Ronin of all his clothing that he might have access to every inch of him, but even in a dream where time isn't real, he forces himself to show restraint. "Oh, you've only seen a bit of it still." Remi chuckles bashfully, his cheeks flushing with colour as lowers his chin with a smile.
Indeed, such is the danger. Already Remi is finding that this world is a place he's happy to visit, the pouring himself and the contents of his soul into his creation is a welcome respite. That Ronin is here now to share it with him makes the real world seem laughably irrelevant.
"Well..." Remi chuckles, linking his finger into Ronin's waistband to drag the Star forward. "This is the porch..." And indeed the Star's keen eye will have picked up on the particular grooves in the wood. The scars that line their bodies are dragged across the boards in places as well. Every freckle, every blemish, it's all there, writ into the foundation of the home Remi's mind and heart has constructed. "And this—" Reaching for the doorknob—it is a lion's head, with the door knocker the rack of a luxere—"—is the inside." And oh, is it ever.
Not unlike the guildhouse the men had first lived in together, there is a grand foyer with an upper-level balcony which can be accessed by a rather imposing and unnecessarily large staircase. Ronin will likely notice that there shouldn't be room for any of this based on the outer dimensions of the house, but nevermind. The kitchen is dusty with pancake batter and Aoife's drawings line the walls as do Ronin's paintings. Bowls and plates boast images of a raccoon riding on a luxere, of an octopus with its many tentacles on the leg of a man trying to draw, of a lion snarling out of a pit and a man falling from the sky. The great room is littered with rose petals on the ground from when the pair slept together for the first time, with a couch and chairs that at one moment look like an appropriate sized, but at the next appear large enough to comfortably sit on.
Indeed, such is the danger. Already Remi is finding that this world is a place he's happy to visit, the pouring himself and the contents of his soul into his creation is a welcome respite. That Ronin is here now to share it with him makes the real world seem laughably irrelevant.
"Well..." Remi chuckles, linking his finger into Ronin's waistband to drag the Star forward. "This is the porch..." And indeed the Star's keen eye will have picked up on the particular grooves in the wood. The scars that line their bodies are dragged across the boards in places as well. Every freckle, every blemish, it's all there, writ into the foundation of the home Remi's mind and heart has constructed. "And this—" Reaching for the doorknob—it is a lion's head, with the door knocker the rack of a luxere—"—is the inside." And oh, is it ever.
Not unlike the guildhouse the men had first lived in together, there is a grand foyer with an upper-level balcony which can be accessed by a rather imposing and unnecessarily large staircase. Ronin will likely notice that there shouldn't be room for any of this based on the outer dimensions of the house, but nevermind. The kitchen is dusty with pancake batter and Aoife's drawings line the walls as do Ronin's paintings. Bowls and plates boast images of a raccoon riding on a luxere, of an octopus with its many tentacles on the leg of a man trying to draw, of a lion snarling out of a pit and a man falling from the sky. The great room is littered with rose petals on the ground from when the pair slept together for the first time, with a couch and chairs that at one moment look like an appropriate sized, but at the next appear large enough to comfortably sit on.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
