REMI
the lullaby
Much as Remi would normally be entirely enthralled by the sight of Ronin stepping out of the Stonestong like the literal demigod he was, the alchemist's arms are folded across his chest and his cheeks are flushed up to his ears in a manner that has nothing to do with his husband's appearance. "How is that relevant?" He grumps in response.
"The war might not be started yet, but it could, at almost any moment it seems. And—" He has to tug his eyes away from the golden light that dapples his husband's body and threatens to steal the heat in his cheeks in lieu of a more southernly locale. "—when the infirmary burned down, even Isla said that someone might try to get at me by hurting those I care about. Now who does that sound like."
Ah yes. Nate. Nate the babysitter-adjacent.
"The war might not be started yet, but it could, at almost any moment it seems. And—" He has to tug his eyes away from the golden light that dapples his husband's body and threatens to steal the heat in his cheeks in lieu of a more southernly locale. "—when the infirmary burned down, even Isla said that someone might try to get at me by hurting those I care about. Now who does that sound like."
Ah yes. Nate. Nate the babysitter-adjacent.
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
