wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Following helplessly in Ronin's wake, Remi shifts and adjusts that he might stay pressed firmly against the huntsman. With an arm braced above Ronin's shoulder, the Lullaby gives his head a weak little shake. "I don't know." He admits, the words strangled between a laugh and a feeble gulp of air. Just then, perhaps spurned on by the bite of his own tears, Remi shakes his head. Whether it's in defiance of something or meant to cement something to himself the quicksilver pulse of his emotions won't clarify. Whichever it is, it has the Lullaby's wings rising and tugging forward and in, not unlike the way a hawk might protect the food it's about to consume.
Shakily, but only because he can't seem to catch his breath, Remi begins to descend down the length of his husband's body. His fingertips trail in the wake of his lips, smoothing away the feverish kisses which all bear the shape of Ronin's name. Whatever fabric is left the Lullaby summarily shreds, and it's only because it is easier to remove Ronin's belt than to gnaw at the leather that Remi bothers with the buckle at all.
Shakily, but only because he can't seem to catch his breath, Remi begins to descend down the length of his husband's body. His fingertips trail in the wake of his lips, smoothing away the feverish kisses which all bear the shape of Ronin's name. Whatever fabric is left the Lullaby summarily shreds, and it's only because it is easier to remove Ronin's belt than to gnaw at the leather that Remi bothers with the buckle at all.
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.
