if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
“Women are not bad...or so I have been told.” Remi says with a wry and mischevious chuckle, nudging Phoebe affectionately.
Raising a brow (a gesture that looked more and more like Ronin, though Remi was clearly lacking his lover’s fantastic eyebrows), Remi let his hands be captured, though he shot the midwife a wry smirk. “Yes Phoebe. The news I thought that you would like to hear is that I proposed to Ronin and he said no.” He chuckled playfully.
“He had just come home from being at the Spire...He’d gotten himself concussed. I had actually been thinking about proposing for a while...I had things to say, a starry picnic planned...” Remi’s cheeks flushed at his wayward plans, but in the end, he didn’t really care that the proposal hadn’t gone according to plan. It was very much a he and Ronin moment, which was all that mattered. “When I lost him the first time...” Shaking his head and looking down at their clasped hands, Remi running a finger over Phoebe’s knuckles, the alchemist sighed. “It was nearly more than I could bear. So when he came back...I just ... There has been so much death...so much loss.” Pausing, and flashing Phoebe a grin, Remi shrugged. “And so, Ronin with a concussion and me washing the blood out of his hair, it just...happened.”
Raising a brow (a gesture that looked more and more like Ronin, though Remi was clearly lacking his lover’s fantastic eyebrows), Remi let his hands be captured, though he shot the midwife a wry smirk. “Yes Phoebe. The news I thought that you would like to hear is that I proposed to Ronin and he said no.” He chuckled playfully.
“He had just come home from being at the Spire...He’d gotten himself concussed. I had actually been thinking about proposing for a while...I had things to say, a starry picnic planned...” Remi’s cheeks flushed at his wayward plans, but in the end, he didn’t really care that the proposal hadn’t gone according to plan. It was very much a he and Ronin moment, which was all that mattered. “When I lost him the first time...” Shaking his head and looking down at their clasped hands, Remi running a finger over Phoebe’s knuckles, the alchemist sighed. “It was nearly more than I could bear. So when he came back...I just ... There has been so much death...so much loss.” Pausing, and flashing Phoebe a grin, Remi shrugged. “And so, Ronin with a concussion and me washing the blood out of his hair, it just...happened.”
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.
