REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
Remi's eyes slip shut as Ronin's fingers come to press against his cheeks. He's a strange mixture of submissiveness and deadly power, and he's thankful that Ronin allows him to linger in this strange divide than to try and force him out of it before he's ready. Growling at that notion, his eyes open into slits that regard Ronin's wrists with contempt. "It's hard to be grateful for your safety when it's all her doing." He mutters, the snarl falling away entirely as his gaze falls against Ronin's.
"Then consider it done." The Alchemist whispers against his husband's lips and rising when he does.
It's true Remi is only wearing his underwear currently, but it hardly matters. His body isn't built for the sort of aggression his soul craves just now; not his current body, anyway. The world outside is as horrifying as it is life-giving. Violent streaks of near-white snap across the ocean, and thunder rumbles in hasty pursuit of the sheet lightning. Pulling in a deep breath of heavy and charged air, Remi steps off their porch already in mid-shift, growing and contorting before his feet can reach the sand.
Turning a maned-head over his shoulder, the manticore snarls a smile that is both relieved, grateful, and frenzied. His tail snaps and curls over his hindquarters as he picks up an easy lope towards the treed-area not terribly far behind their house. He's seen herds of Ramphire there recently, and with any luck they'll be there again.
"Then consider it done." The Alchemist whispers against his husband's lips and rising when he does.
It's true Remi is only wearing his underwear currently, but it hardly matters. His body isn't built for the sort of aggression his soul craves just now; not his current body, anyway. The world outside is as horrifying as it is life-giving. Violent streaks of near-white snap across the ocean, and thunder rumbles in hasty pursuit of the sheet lightning. Pulling in a deep breath of heavy and charged air, Remi steps off their porch already in mid-shift, growing and contorting before his feet can reach the sand.
Turning a maned-head over his shoulder, the manticore snarls a smile that is both relieved, grateful, and frenzied. His tail snaps and curls over his hindquarters as he picks up an easy lope towards the treed-area not terribly far behind their house. He's seen herds of Ramphire there recently, and with any luck they'll be there again.
get out of my waters
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.
