REMI
Remi looks better in the dream world than in reality. There is more hair on his face, his curls wilder and less tamed, but at least here he isn't covered in dirt and moss. Ronin's light beckons to him instantly, and across worlds and watercolour images, the alchemist and Mateo fly toward the Star. Frowning silently at the dim vista into which they enter, Remi can only assume this is some strange date that Ronin has in mind for them. Like his husband, he doesn't immediately love it.
"I know you probably think I'm missing humanity but...I don't know about this." He comments with a chuckle, descending down on pale wings with their son cradled in his arms. Immediately he's before Ronin, Mateo suddenly in a bassinet next to them. Wrapping his arms around the Star's neck and tugging him close, the alchemist takes a moment to simply linger in his husband's presence, before removing all space between them with a warm and lingering kiss.
"I know you probably think I'm missing humanity but...I don't know about this." He comments with a chuckle, descending down on pale wings with their son cradled in his arms. Immediately he's before Ronin, Mateo suddenly in a bassinet next to them. Wrapping his arms around the Star's neck and tugging him close, the alchemist takes a moment to simply linger in his husband's presence, before removing all space between them with a warm and lingering kiss.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.