that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"No more governor." Remi agrees with a crooked smile, undoing his belt and shimmying his way out of his pants. These he tosses on the windowsill as a reminder that they ought to be washed. Why not a bin? Why not mind your own business.
Returning the gesture, Remi's arms twining around Ronin's shoulders, the alchemist opens his mouth to answer before promptly closing it again, his smile saying everything. "Gods how did you know? I'm so very tired." He wasn't actually. Not at all. In fact his heart was pounding with excitement and adrenaline was coursing so brightly through his system he felt as though he could fly to the stars. Instead though, he pulls Ronin onto the bed. With dimples as deep as craters, the alchemist tugs the Star into arms. "I love this age." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the tip of Ronin's nose. "When their emotions are so clear and they're just learning to smile...Shall I put us to sleep?"
Returning the gesture, Remi's arms twining around Ronin's shoulders, the alchemist opens his mouth to answer before promptly closing it again, his smile saying everything. "Gods how did you know? I'm so very tired." He wasn't actually. Not at all. In fact his heart was pounding with excitement and adrenaline was coursing so brightly through his system he felt as though he could fly to the stars. Instead though, he pulls Ronin onto the bed. With dimples as deep as craters, the alchemist tugs the Star into arms. "I love this age." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the tip of Ronin's nose. "When their emotions are so clear and they're just learning to smile...Shall I put us to sleep?"
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.
