This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
"Even with my little raccoon paws you hated so much?" Remi waggles his fingers, and then his smile grows decidedly more wicked as he presses his lips against Ronin's ear. "Or my tentacles?" Because as much as the alchemist liked to please his husband in any which way, he also loved to torment him just as much. Possibly more.
Snorting, Remi can only relax into the smile that permeates bone-deep. 'Promise. Though if I recall correctly, someone tends to get a bit bloody and shed his antlers during Leafchange.' Giving his husband a prophetic look—you'll find a way to ruin the soup this year again I bet—Remi scratches at the scruff on his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe I can make us a pumpkin gin to go with it. By then Mateo will be big enough to run around trying to smash the gourds, too."
It warmed his heart to imagine what the season might bring...but it cooled just as fast, to know how easily it could all be taken away.
Snorting, Remi can only relax into the smile that permeates bone-deep. 'Promise. Though if I recall correctly, someone tends to get a bit bloody and shed his antlers during Leafchange.' Giving his husband a prophetic look—you'll find a way to ruin the soup this year again I bet—Remi scratches at the scruff on his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe I can make us a pumpkin gin to go with it. By then Mateo will be big enough to run around trying to smash the gourds, too."
It warmed his heart to imagine what the season might bring...but it cooled just as fast, to know how easily it could all be taken away.
REMI
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.
