REMI
"Are you trying to say that it's my fault that you're too flighty to know what I smell like?" Remi wonders, more than happy to keep goading his husband into speaking if only to better pinpoint his location in the springs.
The rush of emotions through his husband's arms and lips is not unlike the painting they'd made together the season before; prismatic blues, golds, and greens that swirled into hard-to-define shades where they all blend and meet. "Do you?" The Bastion wonders darkly as he allows his eyes to finally blink open, only to have his vision filled by fae-blue and the warmth of his husband's mouth.
If you're the winner, what does that make me? Remi wonders wordlessly as he lets himself slip into darkness again, only this time his impulse isn't to call out Marco, but to moan his husband's name if only to hear it echo off of the cavern walls.
The rush of emotions through his husband's arms and lips is not unlike the painting they'd made together the season before; prismatic blues, golds, and greens that swirled into hard-to-define shades where they all blend and meet. "Do you?" The Bastion wonders darkly as he allows his eyes to finally blink open, only to have his vision filled by fae-blue and the warmth of his husband's mouth.
If you're the winner, what does that make me? Remi wonders wordlessly as he lets himself slip into darkness again, only this time his impulse isn't to call out Marco, but to moan his husband's name if only to hear it echo off of the cavern walls.
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.
