I wonder how she came to know that. Remi replies with a dull shrug. Yes, Amalia had spent months holed up in the archives, but he'd lost a bit of trust for her insights over the days, weeks, months, she'd been gone. Hey now. You are a fiery god and I am not not a leviathan. You still want to spend your time with me. The alchemist counters playfully.
Close your eyes all you like, husband. Remi trills menacingly. I know you are still seeing me. As Ronin joins him, Remi flutters closer and spreads out the wing closest to the Huntsman as if he might use it like a hand on his husband's back. No, and why would she? It is just her daughter and her favourite star she is sending into potential danger. Why would she give you all the information you needed. Dryly said, if Remi could roll his eyes, he absolutely would.
Nodding at that, Remi's head tilts to the side as Ronin mentions his beautiful face, as if the one he was staring at didn't count. In a whisper of feathers, Remi is sitting on the windowsill with a look of mischief on his lips. "You're handsome as a hawk, Remi. Don't eat the mice, Remi. Let me see your face, Remi." The alchemist repeats sarcastically as he reaches out for the collar of Ronin's shirt to drag the Huntsman close. "Gods but you are demanding today."
He whispers as he leans in.
"Now, tell me more about the wrong hands you don't want the relic to fall into?" So saying his hands, presumably the wrong ones, snake up the Huntsman's sides as Remi intentionally keeps his lips close enough to kiss, and yet just far enough way should Ronin try.
Close your eyes all you like, husband. Remi trills menacingly. I know you are still seeing me. As Ronin joins him, Remi flutters closer and spreads out the wing closest to the Huntsman as if he might use it like a hand on his husband's back. No, and why would she? It is just her daughter and her favourite star she is sending into potential danger. Why would she give you all the information you needed. Dryly said, if Remi could roll his eyes, he absolutely would.
Nodding at that, Remi's head tilts to the side as Ronin mentions his beautiful face, as if the one he was staring at didn't count. In a whisper of feathers, Remi is sitting on the windowsill with a look of mischief on his lips. "You're handsome as a hawk, Remi. Don't eat the mice, Remi. Let me see your face, Remi." The alchemist repeats sarcastically as he reaches out for the collar of Ronin's shirt to drag the Huntsman close. "Gods but you are demanding today."
He whispers as he leans in.
"Now, tell me more about the wrong hands you don't want the relic to fall into?" So saying his hands, presumably the wrong ones, snake up the Huntsman's sides as Remi intentionally keeps his lips close enough to kiss, and yet just far enough way should Ronin try.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
