I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
That.... Remi frowns at the idea of someone else watching him eat, but he suppose he could understand. But then again, it wasn't as though Isla had ever asked him to eat in front of her or pinch himself to feel pain so perhaps Archibald was just weird in that respect. Shrugging off whatever else he was going to say, Remi bobs his massive head in easy agreement. And now thanks to Loren, the Voice has it. The alchemist says wearily, before stiffening. Do you think that piece of metal was one of the relics? And the sickness it caused its...power?
Feeling the sudden fingers growing tight in the tangle of hair on his shoulder, one of Remi's large ears flicks to the side though it isn't with that particular sense that he's reading his husband. Already cloaked in the skin of a predator that isn't used to have an equal, something flashes hot in Remi's blood even as Ronin wisely drops his eyes to the ground. The way she was so adamant and defensive seemed to be because of reasons she could not articulate. And whatever reasons might a young girl have for wanting to keep an older, more rugged man about, if not infatuation?
Let go of me, please. Remi almost moans, his voice a strange amalgamation of a plea stacked on top of a demand. Sliding himself sideways away from the Huntsman with his teeth pressed tightly together, the manticore also looks at the mulchy ground for fear of what he might do, or want, or say should he behold his husband in this terrifying and alluring half-bestial state he found himself in.
Feeling the sudden fingers growing tight in the tangle of hair on his shoulder, one of Remi's large ears flicks to the side though it isn't with that particular sense that he's reading his husband. Already cloaked in the skin of a predator that isn't used to have an equal, something flashes hot in Remi's blood even as Ronin wisely drops his eyes to the ground. The way she was so adamant and defensive seemed to be because of reasons she could not articulate. And whatever reasons might a young girl have for wanting to keep an older, more rugged man about, if not infatuation?
Let go of me, please. Remi almost moans, his voice a strange amalgamation of a plea stacked on top of a demand. Sliding himself sideways away from the Huntsman with his teeth pressed tightly together, the manticore also looks at the mulchy ground for fear of what he might do, or want, or say should he behold his husband in this terrifying and alluring half-bestial state he found himself in.
the lullaby
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.
