REMI
Utterly unable to help himself, Remi leans over to kiss away crumbs and the lingering blush of wine from his husband's lips. The kiss is neither chaste nor lingering, but somewhere sweetly in between. It warms the alchemist's belly in a way that the faded Longheat sun could never manage, soothing him right to his core. "Sorry." He mumbles apologetically as his dimples deepen. "I was not listening to a thing you said. I just really wanted to do that."
At the culmination of his tale, feeling as though he'd certain come out on top, Remi frowns and opens his mouth to argue. "Oh do we all know that? And just how? Because running away would get you brought into their ranks, as would just staring at them. Apparently, the only way to avoid it, was to lay face down in the dirt." Smugly, Remi gives Ronin a look that dares the Star to say that is the first thing he'd do when set upon by a massive army.
At the culmination of his tale, feeling as though he'd certain come out on top, Remi frowns and opens his mouth to argue. "Oh do we all know that? And just how? Because running away would get you brought into their ranks, as would just staring at them. Apparently, the only way to avoid it, was to lay face down in the dirt." Smugly, Remi gives Ronin a look that dares the Star to say that is the first thing he'd do when set upon by a massive army.
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.
