Remi snarled, but the snarl was an affectionate one as Isla headbutted him. It was strange how his instincts and intuitions changed in this body. Suddenly he had the overwhelming urge to bite down on the scruff of Isla's neck, or to press his skull against hers and growl in a way which would reverberate through them both. Instead though he merely chuckled into her mind as well before happily following her orders. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.