i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
"Well, this is what dating me would have entailed." Remi says with an all too-knowing tilt of his head. Trying to school his smile into something more neutral—hiding feelings of course being a staple on dates in Remi's experience—the alchemist can only shrug as he looks down into the firelight.
"Well that's the thing...A bit of eye contact and suddenly all I can think about is the blue of your eyes. And then, in trying to distract myself, perhaps my gaze drifts to your cheekbones and the scruff thereupon. How you can get away with it I'll never know." He smiles to himself. No matter the state of Ronin, somehow the former-baron always manages to look dashing and never bedraggled. "And then—ah—should I happen to look at your lips, all I'll be able to think of is how they might taste. The things they might say in dark places, whether your tongue is firm or soft."
Remi's smile grows slightly, but he never looks up from the fire. It helps to hide the heat in his cheeks. "So perhaps my eyes fall lower instead, and spy the way the cut of your shirt gives away just a bit of your chest, and gods, that doesn't even mention the thoughts that your hands inspire. Where I might want them to be, how it would feel to have them both softly and roughly on my skin." Raising a brow and shrugging slightly, finally Remi raises a knowing and altogether enraptured gaze to Ronin. "And so you see, that is why looking at you in the eye is not so easily done."
"Well that's the thing...A bit of eye contact and suddenly all I can think about is the blue of your eyes. And then, in trying to distract myself, perhaps my gaze drifts to your cheekbones and the scruff thereupon. How you can get away with it I'll never know." He smiles to himself. No matter the state of Ronin, somehow the former-baron always manages to look dashing and never bedraggled. "And then—ah—should I happen to look at your lips, all I'll be able to think of is how they might taste. The things they might say in dark places, whether your tongue is firm or soft."
Remi's smile grows slightly, but he never looks up from the fire. It helps to hide the heat in his cheeks. "So perhaps my eyes fall lower instead, and spy the way the cut of your shirt gives away just a bit of your chest, and gods, that doesn't even mention the thoughts that your hands inspire. Where I might want them to be, how it would feel to have them both softly and roughly on my skin." Raising a brow and shrugging slightly, finally Remi raises a knowing and altogether enraptured gaze to Ronin. "And so you see, that is why looking at you in the eye is not so easily done."
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.
