if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
'Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.' Remi's whine is entirely petulant and not the sort of thing one would expect a demigod of the Bastion's proportions to be capable of making, and yet it warbled from his lips quite readily as he huffed in his husband's direction. "Leave it to you to say something like that." Reaching out to wrap his hand around the statuesque curve of his husband's hip, the Bastion smirks. "Must be all the salt talking." He murmurs, rubbing his thumb along a line of muscle and feeling the subtle difference between fresh and ocean water on Ronin's skin.
Lifting his chin ever so slightly as he's caged between his husband's arms, Remi raises a brow before his smile grows a touch crooked. "You know I always look before I smash." He says in a low voice, and though he doesn't necessarily move, he does seek to reduce the space between them if only by breathing more deeply and focusing on the heat that lazily passes between them. Then again, if the Knight continues to stare as he is—his hair dishevelled and his dark eyelashes matted with water above fey-bright eyes—Remi soon will be touching him without having intentionally done anything at all.
Lifting his chin ever so slightly as he's caged between his husband's arms, Remi raises a brow before his smile grows a touch crooked. "You know I always look before I smash." He says in a low voice, and though he doesn't necessarily move, he does seek to reduce the space between them if only by breathing more deeply and focusing on the heat that lazily passes between them. Then again, if the Knight continues to stare as he is—his hair dishevelled and his dark eyelashes matted with water above fey-bright eyes—Remi soon will be touching him without having intentionally done anything at all.
we'll float away
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.
