Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
Remi meets Ronin’s theatrics with an expression of long-suffering patience, eyebrows lifted in a way that makes it abundantly clear he is enduring Ronin’s complaints, not entertaining them. The moment those lips find his, though, all that amused exasperation melts into something far warmer and far deeper.
One of his hands slides up into Ronin’s dark, damp hair, fingers curling with slow, deliberate intent, while the other loosens from around his neck only to anchor harder at the small of Ronin’s back, pulling their bodies flush. The cracked stone, the ruined crater, the entire oppressive weight of the chamber, all of it recedes beneath the heat of Ronin’s mouth.
Remi meets the kiss with a kind of quiet ferocity, a hum vibrating low in his chest as he tilts his head to capture more of Ronin. If the Family carved this place as something sacred, something terrible, then Remi is more than happy to overwrite it with something entirely theirs, as one last little fuck you for all the Family made them endure.
His fingers tighten in Ronin’s hair, tugging just enough to pull at the Knight's head, only to lean forward instantly and reclaim the scant centimetre the pull might have created.
One of his hands slides up into Ronin’s dark, damp hair, fingers curling with slow, deliberate intent, while the other loosens from around his neck only to anchor harder at the small of Ronin’s back, pulling their bodies flush. The cracked stone, the ruined crater, the entire oppressive weight of the chamber, all of it recedes beneath the heat of Ronin’s mouth.
Remi meets the kiss with a kind of quiet ferocity, a hum vibrating low in his chest as he tilts his head to capture more of Ronin. If the Family carved this place as something sacred, something terrible, then Remi is more than happy to overwrite it with something entirely theirs, as one last little fuck you for all the Family made them endure.
His fingers tighten in Ronin’s hair, tugging just enough to pull at the Knight's head, only to lean forward instantly and reclaim the scant centimetre the pull might have created.
the bastion
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.
