every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
As Remi cums, the world dissolves into an empty vista of pebble-blue and ivory and gold. Flashes of red streak across his vision and though he's quite certain Isla is still against him, he also feels entirely dissociated from his body. There's nothing to tether him in this world comprised of illusion and Isla's orgasm, but nor does he bother to reach out to try and grasp anything. All he wants at this moment is in his arms already.
Slowly, though how long it takes he has no idea, he seems to fill his skin again. His fingertips sparkle with static as do the balls of his feet, and the tension in the muscles of his legs is something he hasn't felt for so long that he nearly laughs. There's a whisper of pain at the base of his neck, but not so much that it distracts him from releasing his grip on Isla's hips so that his hands might softly roam up her back as he leans up to kiss her.
His kiss is deep and slow, before he pulls himself away and litters her jaw, neck, and collarbones with the press of his lips.
Slowly, though how long it takes he has no idea, he seems to fill his skin again. His fingertips sparkle with static as do the balls of his feet, and the tension in the muscles of his legs is something he hasn't felt for so long that he nearly laughs. There's a whisper of pain at the base of his neck, but not so much that it distracts him from releasing his grip on Isla's hips so that his hands might softly roam up her back as he leans up to kiss her.
His kiss is deep and slow, before he pulls himself away and litters her jaw, neck, and collarbones with the press of his lips.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
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.
