walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Draping himself against his husband's chest, his ear poised over the Star's heart, Remi can feel the flood of emotions that their conversation inspires in nearly overwhelming waves. He feels them through Ronin's skin, through the ring on his finger, and in the thunder beat of his heart. Unlike before when the Star's not-so-quiet jealousy would make the alchemist feel feral and competitive, now he merely sinks against the feeling as if he might be a weight to tether Ronin down with.
'Do you think she has forgiven you? For turning her down, before?' Remi wonders as his fingers slide through the hair on his husband's chest, before falling lazily over the cliff of his ribcage and toward his hip. 'Or perhaps it is that she needed you, for Seren. She could not risk you saying no, and so she did not ask. But Sunjata needed her."
Silently, Remi lets his eyes slide in and out of focus, first concentrating on the pores of his husband's skin before looking at the pile of clothes he'd unceremoniously stripped out of across the hall. "Can you share her?"
'Will you?'
'Do you think she has forgiven you? For turning her down, before?' Remi wonders as his fingers slide through the hair on his husband's chest, before falling lazily over the cliff of his ribcage and toward his hip. 'Or perhaps it is that she needed you, for Seren. She could not risk you saying no, and so she did not ask. But Sunjata needed her."
Silently, Remi lets his eyes slide in and out of focus, first concentrating on the pores of his husband's skin before looking at the pile of clothes he'd unceremoniously stripped out of across the hall. "Can you share her?"
'Will 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.
