kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Gentle as Ronin's fingers might be, they feel like tendrils of golden fire against the alchemist's skin. Having breathed in as deep as was possible but still finding himself gasping for air, it's with a tremble that he replies to his own name with a slight shake of his head. "Ronin, I...I don't think..." Swallowing hard, Remi blinks against an onslaught of colours that suddenly seem to shine out of Ronin's eyes. '...Ronin—!" Though the words are whispery and broken, there's a sense of urgency in them that the Huntsman might recognize as normally coming at the end of certain activities.
"Ronin, I'm..." His fingers tighten against his husband's shoulder as fresh explosions of crimson appear in blotchy circles on his cheeks.
"Ronin, I'm..." His fingers tighten against his husband's shoulder as fresh explosions of crimson appear in blotchy circles on his cheeks.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
