REMI
Ronin's words deepen the lines on the alchemist's forehead, and his head tilts in an unmistakably avian gesture of confusion to hear that this isn't his husband's magic at work. The stubble against the palm of the alchemist's hand is electrifying in its realness. It scratches and itches in a way that the pair normally ignore in their dreams, and Remi finds himself wanting to escape into the bright tactile realness of it.
Releasing a laugh that's as hesitant as it is surprised, Remi indulges his senses as Ronin closes his eyes. His other hand traces lines beneath the Star's eye and cheek, moving into his eyebrow and then hairline. He touches the soldier like he's some dream-bubble that might pop at any instant, leaving Remi torn between taking all he can while the moment lasts, and trying to stretch it out as long as possible.
"Well. If it's all in your mind, tell me what number I'm thinking of right now?"
Releasing a laugh that's as hesitant as it is surprised, Remi indulges his senses as Ronin closes his eyes. His other hand traces lines beneath the Star's eye and cheek, moving into his eyebrow and then hairline. He touches the soldier like he's some dream-bubble that might pop at any instant, leaving Remi torn between taking all he can while the moment lasts, and trying to stretch it out as long as possible.
"Well. If it's all in your mind, tell me what number I'm thinking of right now?"
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.
