i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi raises a brow, offering his husband a skeptical look as he swans by. Turning as the door is opened, the music of the plaza in its various forms ringing through, the alchemist pauses with his head cocked to the side. What he's doing, aside from just listening, is anyone's guess. But after a moment, he smiles softly to himself, before turning back to his task.
Resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at the second Ronin, failing, and so doing it anyway, Remi tilts his chin to catch Ronin1's words. Putting his hands on his hips and looking for all the world like a feather duster come to life, the alchemist snorts and shakes his head. "What, cleaning you mean? No, absolutely not." It isn't what Ronin meant and they both know it, which is what makes Remi's grin all the broader.
Walking the line between boyish banter and genuine insight into their thoughts and feelings is not one that the pair have ever successfully navigated before. And yet here they are, striding down it easily enough, as if their years of marriage hadn't simply been spent running from one disaster to another.
"I think I can though. Provided someone doesn't keep me up all night with his snoring. And—" Remi holds up a finger to stall Ronin's protests. "—I shouldn't have to put myself into a magical sleep just because you won't blow your nose before bed."
Resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at the second Ronin, failing, and so doing it anyway, Remi tilts his chin to catch Ronin1's words. Putting his hands on his hips and looking for all the world like a feather duster come to life, the alchemist snorts and shakes his head. "What, cleaning you mean? No, absolutely not." It isn't what Ronin meant and they both know it, which is what makes Remi's grin all the broader.
Walking the line between boyish banter and genuine insight into their thoughts and feelings is not one that the pair have ever successfully navigated before. And yet here they are, striding down it easily enough, as if their years of marriage hadn't simply been spent running from one disaster to another.
"I think I can though. Provided someone doesn't keep me up all night with his snoring. And—" Remi holds up a finger to stall Ronin's protests. "—I shouldn't have to put myself into a magical sleep just because you won't blow your nose before bed."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
