i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
Hidden by the darkness, Ronin might see a sliver of teeth as Remi grins, though the Supernova will no doubt feel the dark coiling of his husband's thoughts as the Lullaby submits more or less to the rough guidance provided by his hands. Not taking the bait—that is, Ronin's fingers—so close to his lips, instead the Lullaby becomes ever so slightly malleable if only so that the teasing lilt of his words wouldn't be lost in the rush of the water as he presses his mouth against his husband's ear.
Though Remi expected Ronin to understand a word or two at best, what he did expect from the huntsman was for each and every name, whispered without context but in a tone that would have been at home in any brothel, to serve as bone-dry kindling on the blaze already well stoked within. Ti ricordi di Loren? Pensi che lo metterebbe in ginocchio per vederci così adesso? Remi asks before the thrust of Ronin's hips forces the air from his lungs. Sucking in a breath, the Lullaby grips the stone and laughs darkly. "Pensi che Amalia ti pensi ancora quando si tocca? Pensi che Hotaru desideri mai il mio cazzo?"
Remi's lips are drawn in a tight snarl that shifts between a sneer, a smirk, and a wince of pain. Indeed his skin will be quite bruised come morning and if his muscles did not tether his bones together so tightly his pelvis might be at risk of fracturing given Ronin's strength, not that Remi minds.
Though Remi expected Ronin to understand a word or two at best, what he did expect from the huntsman was for each and every name, whispered without context but in a tone that would have been at home in any brothel, to serve as bone-dry kindling on the blaze already well stoked within. Ti ricordi di Loren? Pensi che lo metterebbe in ginocchio per vederci così adesso? Remi asks before the thrust of Ronin's hips forces the air from his lungs. Sucking in a breath, the Lullaby grips the stone and laughs darkly. "Pensi che Amalia ti pensi ancora quando si tocca? Pensi che Hotaru desideri mai il mio cazzo?"
Remi's lips are drawn in a tight snarl that shifts between a sneer, a smirk, and a wince of pain. Indeed his skin will be quite bruised come morning and if his muscles did not tether his bones together so tightly his pelvis might be at risk of fracturing given Ronin's strength, not that Remi minds.
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.
