aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
As adorably tousled as his husband might have been, the walk home hadn't entirely shaken the unwieldy fury that had wound itself tightly around his muscles. And so despite the bright spark in an impossibly blue stare that normally was a panacea to all of Remi's worries, the alchemist merely regarded the man before him. Hardly hearing any of the words Ronin was saying through the thick fog of anger and the nausea of what the alchemist had done (and heard) slowly rising over him like a cold wave, he snapped out of it slightly as Ronin's arms encircled him and his lips pressed against his cheek.
"I..." Remi tugged in a breath before turning a shaky stare towards his partner. "...did something. I.." Worriedly, he glanced behind Ronin, as if expecting to see Sam or Nate suddenly appearing just at the absolute wrong time. Shaking slightly, the alchemist brushed a hand through his hair.
"I..." Remi tugged in a breath before turning a shaky stare towards his partner. "...did something. I.." Worriedly, he glanced behind Ronin, as if expecting to see Sam or Nate suddenly appearing just at the absolute wrong time. Shaking slightly, the alchemist brushed a hand through his hair.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.