REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"It felt like an eternity to me." Remi agrees, letting his breath woosh past his lips. In his mind, that was the last time he'd been with anyone who wasn't the Huntsman, and without context as to why, it leaves his stomach a weighty but fluttery mess.
With a sunny smile, Remi peers up at Ronin, delighted to see him rendered so uncomfortable. "Can you imagine?" Remi wonders, and while you might be wondering, imagine what?, there's no doubt the Huntsman knows full well given just how often Remi relies on his tentacles and suckers to help out with any number of tasks (or torments).
Leaning up to accept the kiss, Remi is wholly caught off guard by the sudden attention paid to his suckers. In the same way that you can't tickle yourself, so too was the alchemist unable to really get a feel for the sensory abilities of his appendages on his own, and, because Ronin wasn't too fond of them, what he felt was a complete surprise. Flinching and choking on his own breath like a teenage boy might do the first time a hand not their own suddenly rummaged around their pants, Remi nearly knocks the book off his lap given how abruptly he'd started.
"Oh." He murmurs hastily and perhaps a touch guiltily against Ronin's lips.
With a sunny smile, Remi peers up at Ronin, delighted to see him rendered so uncomfortable. "Can you imagine?" Remi wonders, and while you might be wondering, imagine what?, there's no doubt the Huntsman knows full well given just how often Remi relies on his tentacles and suckers to help out with any number of tasks (or torments).
Leaning up to accept the kiss, Remi is wholly caught off guard by the sudden attention paid to his suckers. In the same way that you can't tickle yourself, so too was the alchemist unable to really get a feel for the sensory abilities of his appendages on his own, and, because Ronin wasn't too fond of them, what he felt was a complete surprise. Flinching and choking on his own breath like a teenage boy might do the first time a hand not their own suddenly rummaged around their pants, Remi nearly knocks the book off his lap given how abruptly he'd started.
"Oh." He murmurs hastily and perhaps a touch guiltily against Ronin's lips.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
