i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Ronin thinks of fancy balls, and...well, Remi is too. But in an entirely different way. "I do love it when you pull me...along." The pause is filled by the alchemist's crooked smile and eyes sparkling with mischief. If the pair were in any position to touch one another, Remi might have tried to flee in that moment, knowing he was about to receive some sort of physical retaliation from the Star (a smack, most likely).
'You know this place better than I, so I'll let you lead.' And then, because of what he'd said the day before, adds: "Even somewhere in the Silk Houses. I feel okay, today."
Hoping into the wagon but sitting as close as he could to where Ronin was pulling it, Remi's stomach ignites as his husband far too casually mentions how their own orgy might work. Frowning deeply into the palms of his hands and trying to ignore the heat he can feel rising into the tips of his ears, Remi clears his throat. "As much as I'd like it, I think you'd get jealous of yourself, honestly." But you know, only one way to find out.
"I'll get your thing back where it belongs." Remi repeats with a childish intonation under his breath, still undone by the thoughts of four pairs of hands trailing over his body, and the things his husband might do with more double the limbs to work with.
'You know this place better than I, so I'll let you lead.' And then, because of what he'd said the day before, adds: "Even somewhere in the Silk Houses. I feel okay, today."
Hoping into the wagon but sitting as close as he could to where Ronin was pulling it, Remi's stomach ignites as his husband far too casually mentions how their own orgy might work. Frowning deeply into the palms of his hands and trying to ignore the heat he can feel rising into the tips of his ears, Remi clears his throat. "As much as I'd like it, I think you'd get jealous of yourself, honestly." But you know, only one way to find out.
"I'll get your thing back where it belongs." Remi repeats with a childish intonation under his breath, still undone by the thoughts of four pairs of hands trailing over his body, and the things his husband might do with more double the limbs to work with.
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.
