right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
'Well, I'll need something to keep myself busy with while you're off at WoRk." Remi hums with a shrug. "And with Ianto still there, it'll be easy enough to go back and forth. " And if anyone had anything to say about it, gods or otherwise, they knew absolutely where to find him.
"I will." Remi agrees. And this time? He would.
Unable to help it, the alchemist snorts at his husband's characterization of his mental breaking-and-entering as creepy. "I know. And I haven't, just so you know. I don't actually go and watch him." Though Remi's frown and fading expression very much suggests that it's something he's thought about.
Ronin might have looked away, but that only invites Remi's gaze all the more as if it's suddenly safer to look upon him. "Oh, you've been checking, have you? You and your tight hamstrings have been able to bend that far, have they?" The alchemist's chuckle is one of I'll believe it when I see it, but having Ronin fold himself in half is probably not the sort of thing they should be aiming for quite yet.
Undoubtedly one of the strangest feelings thus far, is the overwhelming shyness that washes over Remi as he accepts the clothes from Ronin. He hardly looks at them, or the Star, but instead turns his face into the shadows to hide his sudden blush. He'd arrived naked—had yelled at Ronin naked—but now suddenly it was all he could do not to clutch the blanket closer around himself.
"I....should really work on a way to arrive with clothes." He mumbles, trying to turn away from his husband as casually as possible to change (read: it wasn't casual at all, but awkward and bashful). Slipping into the things given to him—they fit perfectly and look all the better for Ronin having chosen them—Remi tries to smooth his curls down into something manageable. "So..about that drink."
"I will." Remi agrees. And this time? He would.
Unable to help it, the alchemist snorts at his husband's characterization of his mental breaking-and-entering as creepy. "I know. And I haven't, just so you know. I don't actually go and watch him." Though Remi's frown and fading expression very much suggests that it's something he's thought about.
Ronin might have looked away, but that only invites Remi's gaze all the more as if it's suddenly safer to look upon him. "Oh, you've been checking, have you? You and your tight hamstrings have been able to bend that far, have they?" The alchemist's chuckle is one of I'll believe it when I see it, but having Ronin fold himself in half is probably not the sort of thing they should be aiming for quite yet.
Undoubtedly one of the strangest feelings thus far, is the overwhelming shyness that washes over Remi as he accepts the clothes from Ronin. He hardly looks at them, or the Star, but instead turns his face into the shadows to hide his sudden blush. He'd arrived naked—had yelled at Ronin naked—but now suddenly it was all he could do not to clutch the blanket closer around himself.
"I....should really work on a way to arrive with clothes." He mumbles, trying to turn away from his husband as casually as possible to change (read: it wasn't casual at all, but awkward and bashful). Slipping into the things given to him—they fit perfectly and look all the better for Ronin having chosen them—Remi tries to smooth his curls down into something manageable. "So..about that drink."
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.
