maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Mmm, but then who would make us dinner if you were always on top of me?" Remi counters, though in no way does he present this as an obstacle that they can't tackle. Tilting his cheek down to nuzzle against his husband's temple, Remi trickles the fingers of his left hand down and across Ronin's shoulders.
Growling happily under his breath as Ronin's hands begin to wander, Remi hums an indulgent note in the back of his throat. "Mmmm. Very messy from the sounds of it." Lowering his lips to the muscles on the top of Ronin's shoulders, the Lullaby experimentally grazes his teeth against the scar-torn skin. "Mort and Vi, maybe." He hums distractedly. "Apparently Harper moved on after Phoebe disappeared which...well, neither of us would ever do." Said not as a criticism of Harper but rather as praise for theunhealthy dedication the Taliesin's had for one another, Remi tilts his head back and nods it suggestively towards their bed.
"Feel like hoarding me?" He asks sweetly.
Growling happily under his breath as Ronin's hands begin to wander, Remi hums an indulgent note in the back of his throat. "Mmmm. Very messy from the sounds of it." Lowering his lips to the muscles on the top of Ronin's shoulders, the Lullaby experimentally grazes his teeth against the scar-torn skin. "Mort and Vi, maybe." He hums distractedly. "Apparently Harper moved on after Phoebe disappeared which...well, neither of us would ever do." Said not as a criticism of Harper but rather as praise for the
"Feel like hoarding me?" He asks sweetly.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
