for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Pleased as anything to suddenly see Ronin dry and wearing only a thin layer of plaid, the alchemist grins with a weary sort of relief. "I would like that more than you know." Keeping secrets from Ronin was one thing. Keeping secrets from Ronin when he was a million miles away was another thing entirely, and one he certainly hadn't planned for. Curbing his emotions was something Remi did for the rest of the world, but doing it here, for Ronin? Even to protect their son? It was more exhausting than Remi had ever thought it dared to be.
"Dealers choice." Remi says of what book Ronin might pick. He nestles himself into bed, reaching for the wine and pouring them each a glass. The iron cups have elongated and twisted so that they might have stems with which to hold them by. Still, the manticore chases the luxere, and the luxere chases him in return, round and round and round the glass.
"Dealers choice." Remi says of what book Ronin might pick. He nestles himself into bed, reaching for the wine and pouring them each a glass. The iron cups have elongated and twisted so that they might have stems with which to hold them by. Still, the manticore chases the luxere, and the luxere chases him in return, round and round and round the glass.
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.
