i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi can't argue that. He's more beastly both in and out of shift than his husband is, all the moreso for having evaded Ronin's efforts to give him a proper shave and haircut thus far. "Tromping?" Remi repeats as if he's both utterly scandalized by the term and confused by it. "I'm sure I've never once tromped. That sounds like something that hooved animals would do." Like you, his cheerful smirk suggests.
As Ronin gathers up the leathers meant to fit around the shoulders of a large donkey or a horse, Remi is both amused and wildly turned on. Running his fingers around the outside of his mouth to flatten down his beard (and subsequently hide his smirk). "I genuinely don't know whether to applaud you, or try and hurry you up right now." Remi comments, falling into step next to the Star who has absolutely no business being able to pull the wagon as easily as he does.
Behind them, the merchant is peering over the back of the wagon with a frown tugging at his lips. Clearly he's concerned by Ronin's show of strength, but so long as the idiot he's planning on throwing to the wolves doesn't suddenly become a strong man too, he's still content with his trade.
"I'll admit that I've never...decorated before." It isn't much of an admission though; Ronin has seen how Remi has lived. "Back in Northaven I traded away everything of value for supplies, and..." Well, here he's just been surviving each new thing to come his way. "..well, I might have gone a bit overboard, and I can't say that it will all...go together."
As Ronin gathers up the leathers meant to fit around the shoulders of a large donkey or a horse, Remi is both amused and wildly turned on. Running his fingers around the outside of his mouth to flatten down his beard (and subsequently hide his smirk). "I genuinely don't know whether to applaud you, or try and hurry you up right now." Remi comments, falling into step next to the Star who has absolutely no business being able to pull the wagon as easily as he does.
Behind them, the merchant is peering over the back of the wagon with a frown tugging at his lips. Clearly he's concerned by Ronin's show of strength, but so long as the idiot he's planning on throwing to the wolves doesn't suddenly become a strong man too, he's still content with his trade.
"I'll admit that I've never...decorated before." It isn't much of an admission though; Ronin has seen how Remi has lived. "Back in Northaven I traded away everything of value for supplies, and..." Well, here he's just been surviving each new thing to come his way. "..well, I might have gone a bit overboard, and I can't say that it will all...go together."
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.
