i've got a river for a soul
That Ronin's hand is now between them hardly registers as Remi's mind expands into a world of technicolour sensation. Everything blurs and then snarls into clarity in one of those moments where it feels as though nothing could ever upset him again, and that life simply could not get better. Pleasure roars through his muscles, chasing away the darkness with violet sunlight that has Remi moaning inarticulate praise into Ronin's shoulder where he's inadvertently collapsed.
Arching his back into Ronin's claws that feel like pinpoints of starlight against his skin, Remi isn't sure if it's blood or sweat that's trickling down the base of his spine and hardly cares. Still too caught up in the whirlwind of sensation to say much of anything, the alchemist merely gasps some conclusory note against his husband while ignoring the way rationality is trying to reassert itself in his mind.
Arching his back into Ronin's claws that feel like pinpoints of starlight against his skin, Remi isn't sure if it's blood or sweat that's trickling down the base of his spine and hardly cares. Still too caught up in the whirlwind of sensation to say much of anything, the alchemist merely gasps some conclusory note against his husband while ignoring the way rationality is trying to reassert itself in his mind.
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.
