you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"You knew what I was when you married me." Remi grunts, snapping his teeth haughtily. "What a blueblood thing to say, anyway." He adds as if Ronin's protests have more to do with Remi's lot in life as a shape-change than his antics.
"You can't?" He wonders, happy to twist Ronin's words despite the seriousness of their topic. Humming a note of utmost relaxation and affection despite the roughness of Ronin's cheek against his shoulder, the Alchemist twists his head to try and gaze down at the man whose lips were slowly marching along his skin.
"Mmm. Maybe we ought to...plan a hunting trip or something once this storm lets up. Or we could just bring some manta stones and go find some ghost whales to hunt. You seem like you could use more than just a bit of swimming." Ronin might be sea-weary now, but the Alchemist has a sneaking suspicion that they haven't even scraped the surface yet of what the Star properly needs.
"You can't?" He wonders, happy to twist Ronin's words despite the seriousness of their topic. Humming a note of utmost relaxation and affection despite the roughness of Ronin's cheek against his shoulder, the Alchemist twists his head to try and gaze down at the man whose lips were slowly marching along his skin.
"Mmm. Maybe we ought to...plan a hunting trip or something once this storm lets up. Or we could just bring some manta stones and go find some ghost whales to hunt. You seem like you could use more than just a bit of swimming." Ronin might be sea-weary now, but the Alchemist has a sneaking suspicion that they haven't even scraped the surface yet of what the Star properly needs.
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.
