i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Garish drapes, a used couch, a wobbly chair, and your artwork." Remi summarizes, and though his mind is absolutely imagining an absolute visual mess of things, he's no less excited for it. Ronin has no illusion magic (yet?) and so the alchemist will just have to wait and see what it is his husband comes up with. On the sport or no, he has full confidence
The images of Sunjata trolling around in the sands for Ronin's antlers are entirely washed away by the feeling of the Star's fingers in his own and the closeness with which they were walking. To anyone looking at them, they were just two men casually strolling down the street. But to Remi it all felt overwhelming intimate. As if the two of them were locked in some sort of bubble for which the world was just a casual distraction. All there was for Remi was Ronin. The touch of his fingers. The way he could pick out the patterning of his fingertips if he really concentrated. Callouses, both new and old.
Gods how it made him want to memorize the Star all over again. A thousand times more and it wouldn't be enough.
Remi watches this demonstration, feeling the heat of the feathers instantly. "Yeah. We're going to need a way of putting you out while we're inside." The alchemist mutters under his breath, already imagining scorch marks in their kitchen from when Ronin's cooking doesn't go quite to plan. "You did not just say that it's bigger than you expected." Remi scolds, and he very nearly tugs Ronin's hand that the Star might stutter-step into him.
The images of Sunjata trolling around in the sands for Ronin's antlers are entirely washed away by the feeling of the Star's fingers in his own and the closeness with which they were walking. To anyone looking at them, they were just two men casually strolling down the street. But to Remi it all felt overwhelming intimate. As if the two of them were locked in some sort of bubble for which the world was just a casual distraction. All there was for Remi was Ronin. The touch of his fingers. The way he could pick out the patterning of his fingertips if he really concentrated. Callouses, both new and old.
Gods how it made him want to memorize the Star all over again. A thousand times more and it wouldn't be enough.
Remi watches this demonstration, feeling the heat of the feathers instantly. "Yeah. We're going to need a way of putting you out while we're inside." The alchemist mutters under his breath, already imagining scorch marks in their kitchen from when Ronin's cooking doesn't go quite to plan. "You did not just say that it's bigger than you expected." Remi scolds, and he very nearly tugs Ronin's hand that the Star might stutter-step into him.
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.
