you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi, who is not unhungover, is looking incredibly smug as Ronin enters the kitchen where there is absolutely coffee brewing. Or rather, filtering, because of course when Remi makes coffee it's a scientific endeavour. Standing and tugging Ronin to him, the alchemist presses soft kisses up his neck to just below his ear. "Ronin, it is Saturday." He whispers sweetly, though mentally gives Ronin bonus points for checking on their son.
'Speed, hmm?' Remi chuckles, combing his fingers through Ronin's hair. "Ronin Taliesin, the only man who could get a woman drunk and have her fall asleep in his lap, tell her boyfriend about it, and not be punched in the face." Clapping his hand against one of Ronin's shoulders, Remi chuckles and pulls away to pour them each a cup of coffee. "Well done, you."
'Speed, hmm?' Remi chuckles, combing his fingers through Ronin's hair. "Ronin Taliesin, the only man who could get a woman drunk and have her fall asleep in his lap, tell her boyfriend about it, and not be punched in the face." Clapping his hand against one of Ronin's shoulders, Remi chuckles and pulls away to pour them each a cup of coffee. "Well done, you."
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
