i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
Content to simply read his husband's skin as if it were lined with brail - and it was, in ways which were both obvious and not - Remi stills as Ronin's breathing changes. It isn't because he's afraid he's woken his husband, but more so because the Lullaby was rather enjoying having the Huntsman's body all to himself while its inhabitant was off somewhere far away. Pressing his nose against a particularly knotty snarl of scar tissue and considering whether to delve into the Huntsman's dreams, he finds his hand suddenly stolen and tugged around the crag of his husband's shoulder.
Though it was Remi's right hand that Ronin had seized, the Lullaby was fairly confident that his ghostly limb was too lazy to wreak much havoc just now. Splaying his fingers across the Huntsman's chest, Remi finds his eyes closing as he imagines shining threads of light spilling from his fingers and embroidering abstract tableaus over the bronzed plains of Ronin's skin.
Ever present is the urge to slip free his soul and drift into Ronin's body where he might tangle seamlessly against the essence of the Huntsman, though always it's the pull of the physical that keeps him tethered in his own skin. Knowing how warm their bodies tend to run without any assistance from Longheat, presently the Lullaby keeps his lower half at an angle from Ronin's even as his lips begin their slow wander over his shoulder once again.
Though it was Remi's right hand that Ronin had seized, the Lullaby was fairly confident that his ghostly limb was too lazy to wreak much havoc just now. Splaying his fingers across the Huntsman's chest, Remi finds his eyes closing as he imagines shining threads of light spilling from his fingers and embroidering abstract tableaus over the bronzed plains of Ronin's skin.
Ever present is the urge to slip free his soul and drift into Ronin's body where he might tangle seamlessly against the essence of the Huntsman, though always it's the pull of the physical that keeps him tethered in his own skin. Knowing how warm their bodies tend to run without any assistance from Longheat, presently the Lullaby keeps his lower half at an angle from Ronin's even as his lips begin their slow wander over his shoulder once again.
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.
