REMI
Minutes or hours, Remi has no way of knowing how long ago his husband wrote the note placed just so on top of his pillow. Remi finds himself in the kitchen with a flurry of feathers before he takes wing and swoops out from one of the windows and up onto the rooftop where his husband is glowing both ominously and handsomely. The pale hawk deposits a bundle wrapped in cloth (better to hold it with talons), that contains a bottle of wine, some cookies, and a block of cheese.
Shifting and then reaching quickly for the wine lest it roll itself off the roof, Remi flashes his husband an adoring smile as he leans over to press a kiss against the Star's temple. The taste of blood is instant and alluring on his lips as he pulls away, and as much as it inspires an array of other thoughts in his mind, Remi simply rubs away the blot of crimson with his thumb before leaning back on his elbows. "It is cooler now." He observes. "I prefer it."
Shifting and then reaching quickly for the wine lest it roll itself off the roof, Remi flashes his husband an adoring smile as he leans over to press a kiss against the Star's temple. The taste of blood is instant and alluring on his lips as he pulls away, and as much as it inspires an array of other thoughts in his mind, Remi simply rubs away the blot of crimson with his thumb before leaning back on his elbows. "It is cooler now." He observes. "I prefer it."
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
