are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
The alchemist feels something warming in the back of his mind, thoughts that both are his, and aren't at the same time. Beaming, only to look bashfully down at the ground, Remi sags into step with his husband and lets Oria's chatters serve as her own answer. "I think I will call her Oria, if she agrees." The alchemist mumbles, giving his head a slight shake. "It means...memory, sort of. A slang way of saying it in the travelling tongue."
Sitting down across from Ronin, Remi slows the smile that wants to overtake his lips hearing Sugar's indignation. "Are we going to have to talk about this?" He wonders to the dragongling. In his curls, Oria has found (or hidden) a tangle of clover that she now holds out for the frosty dragon as a peace offering. "No one can change the fact that you came first, you know. Or everything we have been through." He murmurs to her with an honest adoration.
'I am not keen to go just yet, but...if death is anything like what it was like being in his presence today...' Remi trails off, the brightness of his smile saying more than he ever could about what joy death might hold.
Sitting down across from Ronin, Remi slows the smile that wants to overtake his lips hearing Sugar's indignation. "Are we going to have to talk about this?" He wonders to the dragongling. In his curls, Oria has found (or hidden) a tangle of clover that she now holds out for the frosty dragon as a peace offering. "No one can change the fact that you came first, you know. Or everything we have been through." He murmurs to her with an honest adoration.
'I am not keen to go just yet, but...if death is anything like what it was like being in his presence today...' Remi trails off, the brightness of his smile saying more than he ever could about what joy death might hold.
remi
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.
