Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Slack-jawed and on the verge of delirium, the feathers that trickle down Remi's spine and branch out towards the back of his arms threaten to sprout into wings. Against this, the alchemist has very little control other than to silently plead with himself that as good as the fanning of his wings will feel, being pressed against Ronin is better.
Quite how Ronin has the wherewithal to duplicate himself, Remi doesn't know. As the second Ronin leans down and the alchemist gasps up into the kiss, he also tries to duplicate himself. Ronin will feel the barest touch pawing at his back, not unlike some nervous boy trying and then reconsidering sliding his arms around a girl's shoulders at the movie theatre, before the projection dissolves in lieu of the dazzling patterns drawn by Ronin's tongue.
Have me. Remi pleads and commands, releasing Ronin's hand to instead curl his fingers around the projection's head to deepen the kiss even if it means bloodying their lips in the process.
Quite how Ronin has the wherewithal to duplicate himself, Remi doesn't know. As the second Ronin leans down and the alchemist gasps up into the kiss, he also tries to duplicate himself. Ronin will feel the barest touch pawing at his back, not unlike some nervous boy trying and then reconsidering sliding his arms around a girl's shoulders at the movie theatre, before the projection dissolves in lieu of the dazzling patterns drawn by Ronin's tongue.
Have me. Remi pleads and commands, releasing Ronin's hand to instead curl his fingers around the projection's head to deepen the kiss even if it means bloodying their lips in the process.
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.
