wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Ronin's response is precisely what he'd expected from the Nova - impossibly understanding, selfless, and born from a love that could eclipse the sun - and everything he didn't want to hear. Realizing just then for the first time, that for all of his (their) ridiculous strength, that tears still stung just as succinctly, Remi almost recoils against the pain before surging forward to press his lips desperately against Ronin's.
Leaning forward into the kiss with all the clumsy urgency of a drowning man, Remi's mind gropes for an answer but finds only the warmth of his husband's skin as his claws inadvertently shred the Nova's shirt. Only you, he thinks, as reverently as a prayer and with all the wild recklessness that has made their love what it is. The words are repeated like a mantra, his hands shaping the sounds against his husband's skin as his tongue adds the flourishes his handwriting has always been known for; only you, only you, only you..
Mindlessly Remi's fingers continue to seek out the Nova's skin as heat kindles low in the Lullaby's belly. It doesn't burn with the same passion as it had just days previous but instead lights his bones on fire until the Lullaby feels as though he's smouldering into nothing but ash and indecision. It can only ever be you.
Leaning forward into the kiss with all the clumsy urgency of a drowning man, Remi's mind gropes for an answer but finds only the warmth of his husband's skin as his claws inadvertently shred the Nova's shirt. Only you, he thinks, as reverently as a prayer and with all the wild recklessness that has made their love what it is. The words are repeated like a mantra, his hands shaping the sounds against his husband's skin as his tongue adds the flourishes his handwriting has always been known for; only you, only you, only you..
Mindlessly Remi's fingers continue to seek out the Nova's skin as heat kindles low in the Lullaby's belly. It doesn't burn with the same passion as it had just days previous but instead lights his bones on fire until the Lullaby feels as though he's smouldering into nothing but ash and indecision. It can only ever be you.
THE LULLABY
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
