i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
'I will.' Remi agrees. And, he honestly would; buoyant as his mood is, Remi hardly thinks of Finn at all as they stroll nearer to the Silk Houses. It's impossible to be in that place without thoughts of the Spyglass, but Remi's mind is thoroughly tangled up in the presence of his husband such that thoughts of Finn have no chance of gaining purchase.
With a full belly and a tongue that is constantly being shooed out of the gutter, Remi accepts the keys from Ronin, making sure to take full advantage of how their fingers brush against one another in the exchange. Opening the door and taking in a breath of air that somehow feels like theirs, Remi shakes his head with an amused smirk. "Well, we should look for the box of candles, first."
Within the boxes, Ronin will find reclaimed wood from the docks to be used as shelves, nails with which to hang everything that came from a blacksmith and were previously used to shoe horses, an old wagon wheel that Remi plans on turning into a table, the clunkiest register that likely weighs as much Ronin does, and in the box marked fragile, broken multicoloured glass and bits of chalk.
"Since we're inside and don't need that bottle of wine to prop open the door...?" Remi says suggestively, waggling his eyebrows toward the Star and nosing at the fragile box wherein Ronin will find mismatched hand-blown glasses.
With a full belly and a tongue that is constantly being shooed out of the gutter, Remi accepts the keys from Ronin, making sure to take full advantage of how their fingers brush against one another in the exchange. Opening the door and taking in a breath of air that somehow feels like theirs, Remi shakes his head with an amused smirk. "Well, we should look for the box of candles, first."
Within the boxes, Ronin will find reclaimed wood from the docks to be used as shelves, nails with which to hang everything that came from a blacksmith and were previously used to shoe horses, an old wagon wheel that Remi plans on turning into a table, the clunkiest register that likely weighs as much Ronin does, and in the box marked fragile, broken multicoloured glass and bits of chalk.
"Since we're inside and don't need that bottle of wine to prop open the door...?" Remi says suggestively, waggling his eyebrows toward the Star and nosing at the fragile box wherein Ronin will find mismatched hand-blown glasses.
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.
