REMI
"So you're saying..ours was unique. And gave you something that stays with you for life. And god your blood pumping." Raising his brows and pursing his lips into a frown, the alchemist exhales a disappointed sigh. "Sounds pretty good to me. I am not sure what else I could have done." He adds, as if that fact that he was Narnia-levels of closeted at that point had nothing at all to do with it. All snark and sarcasm fall away as the cookie is offered—sharing food was one of Ronin's most genuine offerings of love after all.
Remi's brows raise in response as if to say I know. "Oh, you know. Being Amalia."Because the thread hasn't finished. "She's thin as a rake and ghostly pale." He adds with a worried half-shrug that only ends up bringing him closer to Ronin.
Listening to Ronin's story, though the alchemist doesn't interrupt verbally, his facial expressions are loud enough. When Ronin has finished, the scowl on Remi's face is deep, leaving lines carving across his forehead as he gives his husband an intent stare. "...you are right. You bluebloods are terrifying." It isn't sarcasm either. Much as Remi wants to criticize a woman for drowning her children and herself over a simple act of infidelity, that it was something he might have expected from the duchesses and dukes of Northaven made it all the worse. "Even so, I cannot believe that would keep a bunch of horny storm guards up at night." He adds, nudging Ronin for good measure.
Remi's brows raise in response as if to say I know. "Oh, you know. Being Amalia."
Listening to Ronin's story, though the alchemist doesn't interrupt verbally, his facial expressions are loud enough. When Ronin has finished, the scowl on Remi's face is deep, leaving lines carving across his forehead as he gives his husband an intent stare. "...you are right. You bluebloods are terrifying." It isn't sarcasm either. Much as Remi wants to criticize a woman for drowning her children and herself over a simple act of infidelity, that it was something he might have expected from the duchesses and dukes of Northaven made it all the worse. "Even so, I cannot believe that would keep a bunch of horny storm guards up at night." He adds, nudging Ronin for good measure.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
