Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
Letting his hands slide down past the barrier of drawstring holding Ronin's pants up, Remi allows himself a well-deserved squeeze of his husband's ass. Given that Ronin had egged the war into coming before breakfast, he thought he deserved that much. "Mhmmm." The alchemist rumbles agreeably. It had been a nice day. 'Quite a few things, actually. He thinks it must be done my magical means, given that there's no real soil for the plants to grow in. He also identified about thirty different species, most of which definitely aren't native to the desert." Sounding more proud of Mateo than interested (the desert was not just jurisdiction after all), Remi makes a non-commital sound that Maeve had mentioned something similar.
Straightening once the conversation turns more serious, Remi shifts from between the Huntsman's arms and moves to stand behind him, wrapping himself around Ronin properly so that the man could continue to cook. "That sounds absolutely terrible, I do not want to go, but I will." He says of The Meeting. "What do you want us all to talk about? And—" Nudging the Huntsman softly, Remi presses a gentle kiss against his shoulder. "—you know by calling meetings like this, you're inadvertently setting yourself up as our leader."
Straightening once the conversation turns more serious, Remi shifts from between the Huntsman's arms and moves to stand behind him, wrapping himself around Ronin properly so that the man could continue to cook. "That sounds absolutely terrible, I do not want to go, but I will." He says of The Meeting. "What do you want us all to talk about? And—" Nudging the Huntsman softly, Remi presses a gentle kiss against his shoulder. "—you know by calling meetings like this, you're inadvertently setting yourself up as our leader."
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.
