i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
'You sound like my lawyer trying to get me out of a copyright argument." Remi chuckles back, though his uncertainty is still there. "Its been..years since I've been able to properly sit down and create the way I once did. I suppose I just feel like I haven't earned that name back yet."
Reaching for a hunk of cheese and not bothering at all with cutting off an appropriate amount, Remi pops it into his mouth. "Mortal and Pestle?" He snorts. "You mean the things I'm meant to use to grind up things, rather than my hands?" Ever the uncultured brute, preferring to use his hands rather than tools whenever possible, Remi just waggles his fingers at his husband as he reaches for more cheese.
Remi's frown is tentative, but it smoothes itself out as Ronin clarifies. "Ahh." He hums, blushing and looking down. 'How are we...that is, when are we..." The words stall as Remi tries to clumsily draw a circle around what it is they've been avoiding. "It can't be like this forever, and I know it won't be, I just...don't know how to tell if we're being idiots about sex. Because right now.." He bites the inside of his cheek, pale eyes rising up Ronin's fingertips to his arm, shoulder, the curve of his jaw and finally eyes he knows better than any others. "..holding your hand is nearly enough to send me to me knees. I'm not sure I can take things slow and touch anything more than your fingertips."
Reaching for a hunk of cheese and not bothering at all with cutting off an appropriate amount, Remi pops it into his mouth. "Mortal and Pestle?" He snorts. "You mean the things I'm meant to use to grind up things, rather than my hands?" Ever the uncultured brute, preferring to use his hands rather than tools whenever possible, Remi just waggles his fingers at his husband as he reaches for more cheese.
Remi's frown is tentative, but it smoothes itself out as Ronin clarifies. "Ahh." He hums, blushing and looking down. 'How are we...that is, when are we..." The words stall as Remi tries to clumsily draw a circle around what it is they've been avoiding. "It can't be like this forever, and I know it won't be, I just...don't know how to tell if we're being idiots about sex. Because right now.." He bites the inside of his cheek, pale eyes rising up Ronin's fingertips to his arm, shoulder, the curve of his jaw and finally eyes he knows better than any others. "..holding your hand is nearly enough to send me to me knees. I'm not sure I can take things slow and touch anything more than your fingertips."
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.
