and my heart ran away with me
"I have been in your dreams enough to know that sometimes you quite like denying me." Remi counters slyly, almost unable to fully open his eyes given the blue of the sky stretching out around them, but managing it if only to gaze up at his husband. Sighing into the heat—the sensation as much from Ronin's lips as the rum—Remi lets the warm amber beads slide slowly down his throat as he tips his chin up to hasten their descent, and smiles.
"You know, I think Sunjata might just have found paradise down here and not bothered to tell anyone." He murmurs. The floorboards beneath his back smell of faraway forests, that, had they never been cut down and fashioned into the Itchy Pussy, would never have been so bathed in sunlight.
Though Ronin's lips chase past the scars fashioned on the day their daughter had died, still the Lullaby's smile persists as he tells his mind to douse the sound of the water sloshing against the hull of the boat that he might fully concentrate on the press of his husband's mouth.
Those words, if you love me, then love me had always been his favourite. Quite why they struck such a chord, the Lullaby couldn't even begin to answer, but each time they passed from his lips or Ronin's, the result was always the same. Heat. Need. Love. "È così che dice il proverbio."
"You know, I think Sunjata might just have found paradise down here and not bothered to tell anyone." He murmurs. The floorboards beneath his back smell of faraway forests, that, had they never been cut down and fashioned into the Itchy Pussy, would never have been so bathed in sunlight.
Though Ronin's lips chase past the scars fashioned on the day their daughter had died, still the Lullaby's smile persists as he tells his mind to douse the sound of the water sloshing against the hull of the boat that he might fully concentrate on the press of his husband's mouth.
Those words, if you love me, then love me had always been his favourite. Quite why they struck such a chord, the Lullaby couldn't even begin to answer, but each time they passed from his lips or Ronin's, the result was always the same. Heat. Need. Love. "È così che dice il proverbio."
remi
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.
