REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Shifting just so, that Ronin might bonelessly sink against him (rather than finding himself elbowed or jutted by the other angles of his husband's body), Remi lets his head tip back against the corner of the couch. Sighing indulgently against the top of Ronin's head, the Lullaby's forehead wrinkles slightly as he seems to make up his mind about whether or not to be offended by the Huntsman's oddly-stated compliment. Of course he almost immediately decides against it, grinning boyishly up at the ceiling as his eyes slip shut. "I think you like making me flustered." He murmurs, smoothing down the blanket slightly. "Though careful not to let Mateo hear you say that or else he will try and gift me rouge for my cheeks."
Given that the pair are snug on the couch with a blanket draped around them, napping certainly seems the most logical thing to do, and so it's with a sigh that's almost resigned that Remi agrees. Lacing his fingers somewhere around Ronin's lower back, the Lullaby resists the temptation to simply slip from his own body and curl himself up around his husband's ribs, opting instead to leaning down and press a prolonged kiss into the Hutnsman's messy hair. 'I love you.'
Given that the pair are snug on the couch with a blanket draped around them, napping certainly seems the most logical thing to do, and so it's with a sigh that's almost resigned that Remi agrees. Lacing his fingers somewhere around Ronin's lower back, the Lullaby resists the temptation to simply slip from his own body and curl himself up around his husband's ribs, opting instead to leaning down and press a prolonged kiss into the Hutnsman's messy hair. 'I love you.'
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.
