babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
"I can't wait to find out." As Ronin's gaze turns sharp, in the split second that passes before the Knight's lips are back against his, Remi takes a moment to fill his mind with the furious sapphire of his husband's eyes and the way that after all these years, one look is enough to have his heart skipping a beat.
Dragging a breath into his lungs as if it might be the last full one he's able to take for a while—and with any luck, it will be—the Bastion doesn't even flinch as Ronin unsheathes his claws. While the Knight wasn't as immediately dangerous as Mort's Rapier had been, his blows were no less fatal to the man beneath yet, and yet all that his husband's show of strength inspired in Remi was lust and and a wild runaway need.
The sound of tearing cloth is an almost laughable reminder of the man Ronin had once been, when he'd been all but delighted (and occasionally frustrated) by Remi's ability to simply will their clothing away into flower petals for them to make love on. Shredded fabric was perhaps a touch less romantic, but then, no part of the Bastion's mind was interested in romance just now.
"Spread your wings," Remi hisses, the invitation low and sweet if not made rough by the press of Ronin's body against his. Taking full advantage of his freed hands, Remi runs them greedily down his husband's sides, curling inwards near the small of his back before dragging fingers which have also become tipped with claws back up the Knight's spine. Caring little for what was knocked askew or broken during the process, Remi was suddenly dizzy with the need for there to be more of Ronin for him to touch.
Dragging a breath into his lungs as if it might be the last full one he's able to take for a while—and with any luck, it will be—the Bastion doesn't even flinch as Ronin unsheathes his claws. While the Knight wasn't as immediately dangerous as Mort's Rapier had been, his blows were no less fatal to the man beneath yet, and yet all that his husband's show of strength inspired in Remi was lust and and a wild runaway need.
The sound of tearing cloth is an almost laughable reminder of the man Ronin had once been, when he'd been all but delighted (and occasionally frustrated) by Remi's ability to simply will their clothing away into flower petals for them to make love on. Shredded fabric was perhaps a touch less romantic, but then, no part of the Bastion's mind was interested in romance just now.
"Spread your wings," Remi hisses, the invitation low and sweet if not made rough by the press of Ronin's body against his. Taking full advantage of his freed hands, Remi runs them greedily down his husband's sides, curling inwards near the small of his back before dragging fingers which have also become tipped with claws back up the Knight's spine. Caring little for what was knocked askew or broken during the process, Remi was suddenly dizzy with the need for there to be more of Ronin for him to touch.
it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding
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.
