REMI
Grinning wickedly that his words have had precisely the intended effect, Remi twists against Ronin, not minding at all the friction that he's caused. "Can you just imagine? All those eyes on me? Trying to find my weakness? Pinning me beneath their hands and swords?" Locking his leg over the back of Ronin's as if the Star might try and run from the mental images Remi is intentionally forcing into his mind, the alchemist lets his hands glide down Ronin's sides to where the muscles of his stomach lead alluring inward.
"How many of them do you think it would take to hold me down?" Remi continues in a low voice. "Do you think they would use rope? Chains..?" His teeth edge toward his husband's ear that he might punctuate every word with nips to his earlobe.
"How many of them do you think it would take to hold me down?" Remi continues in a low voice. "Do you think they would use rope? Chains..?" His teeth edge toward his husband's ear that he might punctuate every word with nips to his earlobe.
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.
