i've got a river for a soul
The coffee is utterly forgotten in light of Ronin's lips upon his, and though Remi doesn't move to deepen it, he lingers in the warmth and familiarity of it that nothing—and no one—could ever replace. "Oh? How glad?" He wonders in a voice full of mischief as he slips his arms around his husband's shoulders and leans in toward his ear. "Are they? I consider myself warned." Remi whispers. "It is a good thing that no one is around to hear me then, mmm?"
Letting one hand drape down Ronin's shoulder to roam over the hawk stained onto his skin, Remi smiles to himself as he revels in the warmth of the Star pressed against him. For as much of an allure as Isla held in all the ways she had been different from Ronin, there wouldn't ever be anyone who could possibly compare to how Remi felt about his husband.
"So now that you have me back all to yourself...care to shoot me full of your magic?" He meant in terms of the quest Ludo had given him, but if Ronin misinterpreted? Well. Remi wouldn't correct him.
Letting one hand drape down Ronin's shoulder to roam over the hawk stained onto his skin, Remi smiles to himself as he revels in the warmth of the Star pressed against him. For as much of an allure as Isla held in all the ways she had been different from Ronin, there wouldn't ever be anyone who could possibly compare to how Remi felt about his husband.
"So now that you have me back all to yourself...care to shoot me full of your magic?" He meant in terms of the quest Ludo had given him, but if Ronin misinterpreted? Well. Remi wouldn't correct him.
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.
