you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Trying to think about what intense eye contact might be like and inadvertently mirroring Kombucha Girl with his expressions, ultimately Remi decides that no matter how brilliantly and wonderfully blue his husband's eyes are, during sex he'll always prefer yielding his vision that his other senses might be enhanced. Handsome as Ronin is, he'll always feel better than he looks.
'Mm?' Tilting his head down in such a way as to give himself a handful of extra chins, Remi narrows his eyes. "Sounds to me like you are still drunk." He concludes cheerfully, also taking a sip of his coffee. "By the way...have you heard how chilly Torchline has been lately? Even after the season change?"
'Mm?' Tilting his head down in such a way as to give himself a handful of extra chins, Remi narrows his eyes. "Sounds to me like you are still drunk." He concludes cheerfully, also taking a sip of his coffee. "By the way...have you heard how chilly Torchline has been lately? Even after the season change?"
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
