REMI
"Oh, would it?" Remi wonders, his head tilted slightly to the side as he narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Hnnm." He murmurs doubtfully, of the Etiquette Academy. "That seems like the sort of place bluebloods go, where everyone receives a participation prize."
Letting his hand slip out from behind his husband's back, he walks his fingertips up the Knight's chest, his palm smoothing slowly out across a tapestry of scar and muscle. "Back when you were the Huntsman, and I was the Lullaby." Remi agrees softly, the memory filtering back to him in slow but dark waves. Already he can feel the chilled current of nostalgia tugging at the balls of his feet, as if the best parts of himself had been left in the past. Doing his best to ignore the sensation, to focus instead on the warmth of the pool and the man in his arms, Remi smiles. "We found a flower that time." He recalls, remembering little else other than talk of having (thankfully) not given Sunjata a blowjob on the beach before fucking his husband on a cloud suspended above the water. It inspired a rather complicated stirring of emotions from Remi that he'd not have been able to properly articulate, but thankfully the magic that ran between the two meant that words weren't always necessary.
Letting his hand slip out from behind his husband's back, he walks his fingertips up the Knight's chest, his palm smoothing slowly out across a tapestry of scar and muscle. "Back when you were the Huntsman, and I was the Lullaby." Remi agrees softly, the memory filtering back to him in slow but dark waves. Already he can feel the chilled current of nostalgia tugging at the balls of his feet, as if the best parts of himself had been left in the past. Doing his best to ignore the sensation, to focus instead on the warmth of the pool and the man in his arms, Remi smiles. "We found a flower that time." He recalls, remembering little else other than talk of having (thankfully) not given Sunjata a blowjob on the beach before fucking his husband on a cloud suspended above the water. It inspired a rather complicated stirring of emotions from Remi that he'd not have been able to properly articulate, but thankfully the magic that ran between the two meant that words weren't always necessary.
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.
