Remi's gaze, shell-socked and hopeful, is fixed on Ronin as if this entire dream world depends on it. For a moment the alchemist can't do anything more than furrow his brow as a whole host of emotions fight for purchase on his tongue. "No, I'll..." Blinking uncertainly, fatherly obligation winning the battle, Remi peels off the covers. Dressed exactly as Ronin is (his mind is on other things, it's lucky that it bothered to think of clothes at all), he follows his husband with tentative steps out of their room and into another.
One that Remi would have said only hours before that he knew like the back of his hand. Painstakingly made, every fibre of every blanket lovingly placed just so, now Remi enters the darkened nursery with absolutely no idea what to expect.
One that Remi would have said only hours before that he knew like the back of his hand. Painstakingly made, every fibre of every blanket lovingly placed just so, now Remi enters the darkened nursery with absolutely no idea what to expect.
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.
