Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
The presence of pheonix flames nearly draws out tendrils of Remi's own fire, but feathers prevail instead. With his predatory instincts riled, the alchemist isn't as quick as his husband to dismiss whatever it was that Ronin had seen. But, given it couldn't be the ascended, if anything else was stupid enough to come near the houseboat (especially at the height of the season), Remi could only wish it the best of luck.
"Baking is difficult." The alchemist murmurs, neither admitting defeat nor committing himself to giving it another go. Certainly not when there was sex and naps to be had. Covering one of Ronin's hands with his own, Remi lets his head loll back against his husband's shoulder. "Tell me more about our second wedding." He invites while reaching out into the raw batter with his free hand to scoop up a fingerfull.
"Baking is difficult." The alchemist murmurs, neither admitting defeat nor committing himself to giving it another go. Certainly not when there was sex and naps to be had. Covering one of Ronin's hands with his own, Remi lets his head loll back against his husband's shoulder. "Tell me more about our second wedding." He invites while reaching out into the raw batter with his free hand to scoop up a fingerfull.
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.
