you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Hardly able to stand it—and then quite literally unable to do so—the alchemist's legs buckle and he tumbles against his husband, dragging them both to their knees. Through tears and held-back sobs, Remi shakes his head, mumbling curses and pleas into the fabric of his husband's jacket.
"I don't want to do this without you again." This; raising a child? Living alone? Just..living? Snuffling in a breath, this weepy and broken man not looking at all like he belonged in the muscular body he inhabited, eventually Remi pulled back, regarding his husband with tear-bright eyes. "But you're alright? In Stormbreak?"
"I don't want to do this without you again." This; raising a child? Living alone? Just..living? Snuffling in a breath, this weepy and broken man not looking at all like he belonged in the muscular body he inhabited, eventually Remi pulled back, regarding his husband with tear-bright eyes. "But you're alright? In Stormbreak?"
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.
