for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Remi can feel the tight weight of Ronin's fury as it balls and twists inside. The ruins of the world around them are evidence enough of what happens when the Star lets himself go. And yet in a dream, he's as safe to detonate as he ever will be.
"Mm, or yo—" Remi is about to point out when Ronin's mouth is suddenly against his, his husband's hastiness and residual fury passionate enough to draw blood from the alchemist's lip. "Burn, then Dark Star." The Lullaby encourages, not sure if this is part of what Ronin is meant to do or not. There is controlling oneself to be sure, but there is also knowing when it is best to let go. If the years have shown anything at all, other than the unreliability of the gods, is that there's no storm too large for the two to weather. No words too cruel, no actions too reprehensible.
"Mm, or yo—" Remi is about to point out when Ronin's mouth is suddenly against his, his husband's hastiness and residual fury passionate enough to draw blood from the alchemist's lip. "Burn, then Dark Star." The Lullaby encourages, not sure if this is part of what Ronin is meant to do or not. There is controlling oneself to be sure, but there is also knowing when it is best to let go. If the years have shown anything at all, other than the unreliability of the gods, is that there's no storm too large for the two to weather. No words too cruel, no actions too reprehensible.
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.
