i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Popping his own meaty-cheese snack in his mouth, Remi twitches his lips from side to side. 'The Alchemist?' He repeats, trying it on for size But Ronin, that bar in Cardiff will sue us. Swallowing—gods that was good cheese, Remi had to admit—he still looks around with a bit of a frown, before lowering his gaze to his hands. "Am I even that, anymore? As far as marketing goes, anyway." He mumbles this last bit with a humourless laugh, feeling a strange sort of imposter syndrome sinking down heavily upon him.
Watching as Ronin turns, Remi can't help but chuckle slightly as he follows his husband. "That's because you're looking at the food." But with less dust than there had been when they'd started, and with the mustiness already airing itself out rather well, Remi too thinks it all looks better as well. "What about you? Can you see yourself coming down those stairs in the morning? Opening that door and heading off for the day, with a cup of tea you're bound to spill on the way?"
Watching as Ronin turns, Remi can't help but chuckle slightly as he follows his husband. "That's because you're looking at the food." But with less dust than there had been when they'd started, and with the mustiness already airing itself out rather well, Remi too thinks it all looks better as well. "What about you? Can you see yourself coming down those stairs in the morning? Opening that door and heading off for the day, with a cup of tea you're bound to spill on the way?"
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.
