a blank piece of paper

i'm not the man they think i am at home

Silently snarling at the thought of Neron anywhere near him, Remi tilts his head back and glares up at the ceiling. "Did you know he threatened to put me in jail once? Back in Northaven?" Gods but that seemed like an eternity ago.

'Oooooh, I do like that.' He says of the weird murder-y style Ronin was describing. Immediately though his thoughts shift to Finn. Clearing his throat and pulling in a breath, Remi impulsively leans over to press a hasty and likely too-hard kiss against his husband's lips. Wanting to think and feel only thoughts that came from the Huntsman and no one else (not even his own), the alchemist twines his fingers against Ronin's rather than letting them merely be covered.