you trace my lines, stirring my soul
The dreamworld bends and breaks, allowing them to do whatever it is they want. The gesture is as sweet as it is devastating: strong as Ronin is, in reality he'd not so neatly be able to fold Remi up and carry him off as he was. This wasn't real. Because they weren't together.
Again.
Shuddering into the touch, craving it desperately and knowing that the memory of it will haunt his waking moments, Remi reciprocates the gesture. Wandering fingers slink beneath the huntsman's shirt, combing over ever bit of blemished and marked skin. "We're just...blips to them." Remi complains into his husband's shoulder. There is a question on his tongue that he can't bring himself to ask, so for the moment he only concerns himself with trailing his fingers up and down Ronin's back that he might coax goosebumps and shivers from his husband's skin.
Again.
Shuddering into the touch, craving it desperately and knowing that the memory of it will haunt his waking moments, Remi reciprocates the gesture. Wandering fingers slink beneath the huntsman's shirt, combing over ever bit of blemished and marked skin. "We're just...blips to them." Remi complains into his husband's shoulder. There is a question on his tongue that he can't bring himself to ask, so for the moment he only concerns himself with trailing his fingers up and down Ronin's back that he might coax goosebumps and shivers from his husband's skin.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
