REMI
Drawn easily into the Star's lap, Remi's arms are about his husband's neck before he realizes that he's moved. Shifting his legs tighter around Ronin to anchor himself there, Remi leans in for a kiss that dares to be just a bit more mischievous before he suddenly stills in Ronin's grip. His muscles coil while he shifts his gaze just to the right side of Ronin's head. With eyes narrowed and suddenly gone quite dark, Remi is caught in the pull of one of the few urges that has the power to overshadow his near-constant want of his husband.
MYURDUR.
Ronin He whispers silently as his body makes minute adjustments to prepare. On three, you are going to put your hands under my thighs, lean back, and throw me into the air. Remi doesn't bother to give more details than this, to ask if Ronin is ready, or do anything else other than assume the Star will unquestioningly go along with these instructions.
one...two...three—
MYURDUR.
Ronin He whispers silently as his body makes minute adjustments to prepare. On three, you are going to put your hands under my thighs, lean back, and throw me into the air. Remi doesn't bother to give more details than this, to ask if Ronin is ready, or do anything else other than assume the Star will unquestioningly go along with these instructions.
one...two...three—
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.
