REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi notices the absence the moment it happens, not in his mind, not even in his body at first, but in the sudden shiver of air across his sweat-damp back where Ronin’s projection had just been. The ghost of heat is gone, and it drags a sharp breath through him, the kind that feels like it might catch on the way out. He doesn’t miss it, not with the real Ronin beneath him, still hard and trembling and wrapped around him like something holy, but the shift still makes his skin prickle and his spine tremble.
Still heaving for breath, he pulls in enough to steady himself, the barest flicker of strength returning to his limbs. Carefully and slowly he shifts, slipping out of his husband with the kind of full-body shudder that leaves no muscle untouched, before collapsing in a dishevelled sprawl at Ronin’s side, his chest still rising and falling like he’s been sprinting. "That really was.." he starts, voice shredded and exhausted, trailing off before he can even finish. Shaking his head, he abandons language entirely for a moment, pressing a kiss—spent, adoring, reverent—against Ronin’s cheek, his lips lingering there as if trying to brand the moment in skin.
It takes a few more breaths before he can glance vaguely over his shoulder, toward where the projection had vanished, and then back to the Knight again. His expression is soft but shadowed with something vulnerable now, the weight of what they just did beginning to settle somewhere behind his ribs. "Do you...think we did it right?"
Still heaving for breath, he pulls in enough to steady himself, the barest flicker of strength returning to his limbs. Carefully and slowly he shifts, slipping out of his husband with the kind of full-body shudder that leaves no muscle untouched, before collapsing in a dishevelled sprawl at Ronin’s side, his chest still rising and falling like he’s been sprinting. "That really was.." he starts, voice shredded and exhausted, trailing off before he can even finish. Shaking his head, he abandons language entirely for a moment, pressing a kiss—spent, adoring, reverent—against Ronin’s cheek, his lips lingering there as if trying to brand the moment in skin.
It takes a few more breaths before he can glance vaguely over his shoulder, toward where the projection had vanished, and then back to the Knight again. His expression is soft but shadowed with something vulnerable now, the weight of what they just did beginning to settle somewhere behind his ribs. "Do you...think we did it right?"
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
