i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
'Excuse me, I thought we were going for honesty." Remi chuckles back in response to his husband's use of the word perfect. Compliments aside, it's the offering of the final bit of food that the alchemist really appreciates, and he manages to look sweetly adoring as he scarfs down the last of Cian's gift basket.
"With what, dear husband, will you make it cutesy with?" Remi wants to know, before holding up his hands. "But I suppose if you're already sick of me, or afraid of doing a bit of work yourself, I can always go alone..?"
The jangle of the keys grabs Remi's attention, momentarily confused by the sound of them. It's a luxury for him to not only have a home, but to have a home that locks. Even though it's absent of anything worth taking right now, it warms something never before touched in the alchemist to think that one day this might be a space worth protecting for its own sake.
"Aww. Well I hope you found them. They'd probably look good hanging on Sunjata's wall. He could put a mirror below and pretend to be you." Remi says with a laugh, resisting the urge to rub at his husband's nubs.
Holding his hand out for Ronin's and still feeling that strange but welcome thrill despite how simple the gesture is, Remi nearly forgets to wait for the Star to actually lock the door before tugging him down the streets. "I suppose you won't know really yet, but do you...I mean, does fire fall from you, when you fly?" He asks, because he's already thinking of lifting off and taking flight instead of just ambling along as they are.
"With what, dear husband, will you make it cutesy with?" Remi wants to know, before holding up his hands. "But I suppose if you're already sick of me, or afraid of doing a bit of work yourself, I can always go alone..?"
The jangle of the keys grabs Remi's attention, momentarily confused by the sound of them. It's a luxury for him to not only have a home, but to have a home that locks. Even though it's absent of anything worth taking right now, it warms something never before touched in the alchemist to think that one day this might be a space worth protecting for its own sake.
"Aww. Well I hope you found them. They'd probably look good hanging on Sunjata's wall. He could put a mirror below and pretend to be you." Remi says with a laugh, resisting the urge to rub at his husband's nubs.
Holding his hand out for Ronin's and still feeling that strange but welcome thrill despite how simple the gesture is, Remi nearly forgets to wait for the Star to actually lock the door before tugging him down the streets. "I suppose you won't know really yet, but do you...I mean, does fire fall from you, when you fly?" He asks, because he's already thinking of lifting off and taking flight instead of just ambling along as they are.
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.
