i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Well...I have wanted to try and get better.." Remi says with a nervous shrug, scratching at the back of his head as if suddenly doubting his decision. (He isn't, of course, and they both know it well). "Does it matter which hand?" He asks the merchant hopefully. 'Ahh, Remi, it will 'ave to be your dominant hand.' The man opens his hands as if to show that there's nothing he can do.
Smug little fuck.
"No, of course.' Remi agrees, his fingertips still laced into Ronin's as they turn toward the wagon. "You are almost always a beast of burden, but yes, I would like you to pull it home." Gods but he wants to just reach across and kiss the Star.
Standing rather stupidly, lost in the blue of Ronin's eyes despite the hustle and bustle around them, Remi manages to blink himself back into the moment (albeit quite reluctantly). "That is, unless you don't want the people of Torchline to see you without your mighty antlers, in which case I can do it."
Smug little fuck.
"No, of course.' Remi agrees, his fingertips still laced into Ronin's as they turn toward the wagon. "You are almost always a beast of burden, but yes, I would like you to pull it home." Gods but he wants to just reach across and kiss the Star.
Standing rather stupidly, lost in the blue of Ronin's eyes despite the hustle and bustle around them, Remi manages to blink himself back into the moment (albeit quite reluctantly). "That is, unless you don't want the people of Torchline to see you without your mighty antlers, in which case I can do it."
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.
