oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
'I don't know what metal I need to describe your tongue as anymore." Remi chuckles. Silver didn't quite cut it, but then again neither did golden. Ronin was in a league of his own when it came to what his tongue could accomplish (and yes, how that tongue worked between the sheets and thighs was certainly part of it).
When Remi is in this state of mind, he almost entirely loses the ability to speak in full sentences. With one hand raised, he twitches his fingers this way and that, expecting Ronin to be able to direct his cloud in tandem with these pulses. When he fails to do so (read: when Remi's instructions are entirely fucking unclear), the alchemist will grunt or huff, though won't make any further attempts at clarity.
Leaning forward, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, the alchemist holds the feather aloft as they glide under the boat. Remi's eyes flicker between the hull of the skyboat and the pale tines of the feather, waiting to see if the sensitive hairs pick up any magical vibrations or other distortions.
But they don't.
"Amazing." He whispers under his breath, before flicking his fingers that Ronin should take them higher. Reaching up with fingers suddenly ended with claws, Remi scrapes a barnicle away from one of the ships. "Does this count as a bauble for the tree, do you think?"
When Remi is in this state of mind, he almost entirely loses the ability to speak in full sentences. With one hand raised, he twitches his fingers this way and that, expecting Ronin to be able to direct his cloud in tandem with these pulses. When he fails to do so (read: when Remi's instructions are entirely fucking unclear), the alchemist will grunt or huff, though won't make any further attempts at clarity.
Leaning forward, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, the alchemist holds the feather aloft as they glide under the boat. Remi's eyes flicker between the hull of the skyboat and the pale tines of the feather, waiting to see if the sensitive hairs pick up any magical vibrations or other distortions.
But they don't.
"Amazing." He whispers under his breath, before flicking his fingers that Ronin should take them higher. Reaching up with fingers suddenly ended with claws, Remi scrapes a barnicle away from one of the ships. "Does this count as a bauble for the tree, do you think?"
The Lullaby
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.
