you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"I...does that make it any better though? Is it just..bad luck then, that it turned out to be real?" Dream or not, the alchemist wasn't sure how it sat with him to know that his husband would promise their world away, simply for a fuck.
"Just answer me this. Did.." Gods, he really didn't want to ask. But they'd set themselves on the course of hard but honest and there was no turning away from it now. "..at any point did you think it was real?" Awash in uncertainty, not daring to breathe or smile or frown, Remi just waited for what he hoped was a simple no.
"Just answer me this. Did.." Gods, he really didn't want to ask. But they'd set themselves on the course of hard but honest and there was no turning away from it now. "..at any point did you think it was real?" Awash in uncertainty, not daring to breathe or smile or frown, Remi just waited for what he hoped was a simple no.
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.
