all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost
"See? That's more like it." Remi agrees. But even as he breathes in the smell of his husband, his mind threatens to shatter the illusion. There's a voice in the back of his mind reminding him that this is all for show, that the two are thousands of miles away from one another, and that he smells and feels is pure fantasy.
"To be fair, I'm at the point where anyone with blue eyes reminds me of you." Or windswept hair. Or thick eyebrows. Or just about anything, really. Grumbling a sound of agreement when it came to Finn, the alchemist still insulted and wounded by their last meeting, he raises a brow as he pulls back slightly. There's an argument on his lips—the gods wanted us here, I don't think it's up for debate—but he leaves it unsaid. Everything else is fantasy just now, why spoil it?
"Oh would you now? Last I remember it was me who put you through your paces." The alchemist grins, cheeks flushing at the memory. "I'm not sure what you could do to top that." HIs smile suggests he'd be more than happy to be proved wrong.
"To be fair, I'm at the point where anyone with blue eyes reminds me of you." Or windswept hair. Or thick eyebrows. Or just about anything, really. Grumbling a sound of agreement when it came to Finn, the alchemist still insulted and wounded by their last meeting, he raises a brow as he pulls back slightly. There's an argument on his lips—the gods wanted us here, I don't think it's up for debate—but he leaves it unsaid. Everything else is fantasy just now, why spoil it?
"Oh would you now? Last I remember it was me who put you through your paces." The alchemist grins, cheeks flushing at the memory. "I'm not sure what you could do to top that." HIs smile suggests he'd be more than happy to be proved wrong.
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.
