i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"No, it isn't. But when one of us has quite the thick skull and the other has small hooves..." Remi shrugs, as if his blocky head is anything to be proud of. 'In my what?" He wants to know, smirking as if Ronin has just stepped outside of the lines of this game they were playing. It didn't matter that no one knew the rules.
They stop, and the alchemist is already bracing himself for another moment of truthfulness. A oh actually, I hate when you do things like that. Pulling in a breath, Remi is glad for it, because suddenly the world seems to spin around them as gravity all but tries to shove him to his knees. "You say that like I care at all what these people think." Remi mumbles, his eyes rolling upwards rather helplessly. He would have (or be had) by Ronin right here and now, busy street be damned.
"But I'd risk it, if.." He should have let Ronin give him a shave; gods but how prickly his upper lip is going to be. And having eaten nothing but meat and cheese this morning? Were his eyes not firmly locked on Ronin's, Remi might have tried to scrape his tongue across his teeth as if that might help. And hands, where would they go? Ronin's waist, against his jaw? Or were they meant to remain at his sides? "..if you wanted.."
Remi takes a step closer, feeling for all the world as if this was a first kiss being awkwardly discussed on a doorstep before one of their parents appeared to shoo them away and inside.
They stop, and the alchemist is already bracing himself for another moment of truthfulness. A oh actually, I hate when you do things like that. Pulling in a breath, Remi is glad for it, because suddenly the world seems to spin around them as gravity all but tries to shove him to his knees. "You say that like I care at all what these people think." Remi mumbles, his eyes rolling upwards rather helplessly. He would have (or be had) by Ronin right here and now, busy street be damned.
"But I'd risk it, if.." He should have let Ronin give him a shave; gods but how prickly his upper lip is going to be. And having eaten nothing but meat and cheese this morning? Were his eyes not firmly locked on Ronin's, Remi might have tried to scrape his tongue across his teeth as if that might help. And hands, where would they go? Ronin's waist, against his jaw? Or were they meant to remain at his sides? "..if you wanted.."
Remi takes a step closer, feeling for all the world as if this was a first kiss being awkwardly discussed on a doorstep before one of their parents appeared to shoo them away and inside.
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.
