REMI
"You're supposed to say yes or no." Remi points out with a dramatic huff, though based on the way his husband's voice was echoing off of the water and the walls, he was indeed in the water. So fine.
"Oh shut up. You've smelled me as a luxere." He reasons playfully, just in case his husband was angling to try and pretend he didn't know what sort of smell he was talking about. "I bet if I could smell you now there'd be a little salt.." Snapping out a hand to his left, it closes on nothing. "..and your skin smells like hot sand or stone when it gets warm." Darting to the right, again his hands close on nothing. "But no matter how clean you are.." Pausing, Remi inhales ever so softly just as Ronin begins to propel himself forward.
"..you always smell like the sea." He whispers through a smile as Ronin's arms wrap around him.
Letting only one or two tentacles remain purely for balance, Remi combs one hand through his husband's hair as he twists in the Knight's arms, splaying the other across his lower back anchoring them together. "You're terrible at this game, you know." The Bastion whispers mercilessly against his husband's ear before returning the favour and scouring kisses across his jawline that indeed tasted of salt and stone and sea.
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
