"Ahh well, I am just a poor uneducated alchemist, so I suppose I will have to take your word for that." Remi replied with a coy wink and laugh.
"Well you should have just said tha—" Remi tried to protest with a grin, until Sam's lips pressed against his own and the remnants of his cheeky reply were lost in a gentle hum of happiness against his love. Colour tinged his cheeks at the compliment, and his pale stare lowered almost abashedly for a moment. Quickly though the embarrassment passed, and he smiled above Sam with a gentle shake of his head. "Perhaps I should get fat so that there will be more of me to touch, mm? Or learn to shift into something really large."
Remi's eyes drifted from Sam's to the corner of his lips, which he kissed gently. "I like touching you as well." He whispered. "And tasting you—" His lips ghosted upwards, pressing against Sam's as his tongue parted their lips to gently stroke inwards as the hand on Sam's hip tensed another notch. "—and feel you—" he whispered again and—
—I don't have bedding like this? The blankets I've made at Ronin's are a patchwork, not this cream colour? And—I haven't seen the sea since Northaven? But how can this be Northaven if Sam is here, and—
"..looking into your eyes."
—though now that he was, they seemed some sort of nothing colour. Remi knew they were blue, so why...why weren't they now?
"..and..."
"Well you should have just said tha—" Remi tried to protest with a grin, until Sam's lips pressed against his own and the remnants of his cheeky reply were lost in a gentle hum of happiness against his love. Colour tinged his cheeks at the compliment, and his pale stare lowered almost abashedly for a moment. Quickly though the embarrassment passed, and he smiled above Sam with a gentle shake of his head. "Perhaps I should get fat so that there will be more of me to touch, mm? Or learn to shift into something really large."
Remi's eyes drifted from Sam's to the corner of his lips, which he kissed gently. "I like touching you as well." He whispered. "And tasting you—" His lips ghosted upwards, pressing against Sam's as his tongue parted their lips to gently stroke inwards as the hand on Sam's hip tensed another notch. "—and feel you—" he whispered again and—
—I don't have bedding like this? The blankets I've made at Ronin's are a patchwork, not this cream colour? And—I haven't seen the sea since Northaven? But how can this be Northaven if Sam is here, and—
"..looking into your eyes."
—though now that he was, they seemed some sort of nothing colour. Remi knew they were blue, so why...why weren't they now?
"..and..."
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me
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.
