wild in the silence; no way to make it right
The storm can swallow up only what Remi lets it have; devouring the sounds Ronin makes—that they make between them—as much as he does his husband's lips. His fingers wander between the semi-tangible cloud and Ronin's lower back, rain-slick fingers grasping for purchase. There both is and isn't a surface for his knees to dig into as he leans astride the Star, but it is a frustratingly sweet problem to have. For now, Remi is fixated only on the heat between them in places still bound by fabric, with little attention for the journey they are on.
Reaching out a distracted hand to grasp at their window (left open, the rain allowed in to water the plants at the base of the window), Remi pulls himself into the room. Slipping on said plants and knocking one over, the Alchemist growls something in the back of his throat as he reaches for the impossibly handsome blue-eyed man hovering outside.
Reaching out a distracted hand to grasp at their window (left open, the rain allowed in to water the plants at the base of the window), Remi pulls himself into the room. Slipping on said plants and knocking one over, the Alchemist growls something in the back of his throat as he reaches for the impossibly handsome blue-eyed man hovering outside.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
