you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Swallowing, and choosing to believe Ronin whatever the sinking feeling in his stomach might suggest, Remi tugged in a breath and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Ronin. Pulling him against him tightly, exhaling into the crook of his husband's neck, Remi nodded.
No. That was it then.
It was it, it was it, it was it.
"Okay." Remi said with far more certainty than he felt, but as he pulled back, his smile was genuine. "Now my turn...because believe it or not, me asking about what gods ask us to do wasn't some insightful question about your sleepy sexcapades with Safrin."
No. That was it then.
It was it, it was it, it was it.
"Okay." Remi said with far more certainty than he felt, but as he pulled back, his smile was genuine. "Now my turn...because believe it or not, me asking about what gods ask us to do wasn't some insightful question about your sleepy sexcapades with Safrin."
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.
