REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"Thank you husband, I am aware." Remi replies with a light roll of his eyes, now all the more eager to drown out thoughts of his upbringing as well as his time with Maeve, with some fun anatomy facts.
I can help you pull them down, is what the Lullaby might have said had his blood not turned into static and his thoughts into marshmallow fluff. Blinking like a man in the midst of a stroke, for a moment all Remi can do is stare slack-jawed up at Ronin with the entirety of his focus on the mechanics of breathing. Forcing out a strangled breath and trying to relax the muscles of his stomach, Remi shakes his head slightly before managing to fully exhale.
"No, I mean.." Not one to rule out a new kink too early, Remi swallows back the rest of his sentence and tries again. "That felt like..I don't know, like goosebumps and your foot being asleep and a claw dragged lightly up the bottom of your foot and nails on a chalk board all at once." It's the closest he can come to the sudden sensory dump his body had just experienced, and yet it's still miles off.
Flexing his fingers slightly, the Lullaby pulls in another breath, holding it for a moment. "Do it again." He whispers tentatively.
I can help you pull them down, is what the Lullaby might have said had his blood not turned into static and his thoughts into marshmallow fluff. Blinking like a man in the midst of a stroke, for a moment all Remi can do is stare slack-jawed up at Ronin with the entirety of his focus on the mechanics of breathing. Forcing out a strangled breath and trying to relax the muscles of his stomach, Remi shakes his head slightly before managing to fully exhale.
"No, I mean.." Not one to rule out a new kink too early, Remi swallows back the rest of his sentence and tries again. "That felt like..I don't know, like goosebumps and your foot being asleep and a claw dragged lightly up the bottom of your foot and nails on a chalk board all at once." It's the closest he can come to the sudden sensory dump his body had just experienced, and yet it's still miles off.
Flexing his fingers slightly, the Lullaby pulls in another breath, holding it for a moment. "Do it again." He whispers tentatively.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
