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
The rush that begins in his toes is compatible far away from the destructive thoughts billowing through the Lullaby's mind, and yet it's strong enough to begin to drag them down with all the force and suddenness of a riptide. The world of ashes and guiltless death that Remi feels through Ronin's lips fades away, scattering like so much sand when snapped from a beach towel, leaving the Lullaby in a world of static-y white.
Anchored only by strong hands and the memory of fae-blue, Remi is broken apart by the force of his orgasm as he curls forward as much as their respective body positions will permit, allowing it to shudder through him. This and only this, is the closeness with which the Lullaby always wants from his husband. In this place, however fleetingly they find themselves there, is where he can feel as though he and Ronin are properly one. This would explain why the Lullaby is often so violently desperate to reach climax with Ronin, and yet once the ripples of his orgasm begin to filter away, all the coherent understanding of the moment disperses with it, leaving Remi exhausted and thoughtless.
Like that morning, when wakefulness had come slowly and in pieces, so now did Remi come back into himself. This time he did not mistake his husband's shoulder for a mountain covered in tendrils of fine golden seaweed, but understood the weight and shape of the Huntsman's body for precisely what it was. Shifting them just so that they might find themselves back where they'd started -- with Remi's hand pressed over Ronin's chest, with the blankets scattered about them, and with his lips kissing the Huntsman's shoulder -- they slipped back into their respective dreams (though Ronin would find his almost immediately interrupted).
~FIN
Anchored only by strong hands and the memory of fae-blue, Remi is broken apart by the force of his orgasm as he curls forward as much as their respective body positions will permit, allowing it to shudder through him. This and only this, is the closeness with which the Lullaby always wants from his husband. In this place, however fleetingly they find themselves there, is where he can feel as though he and Ronin are properly one. This would explain why the Lullaby is often so violently desperate to reach climax with Ronin, and yet once the ripples of his orgasm begin to filter away, all the coherent understanding of the moment disperses with it, leaving Remi exhausted and thoughtless.
Like that morning, when wakefulness had come slowly and in pieces, so now did Remi come back into himself. This time he did not mistake his husband's shoulder for a mountain covered in tendrils of fine golden seaweed, but understood the weight and shape of the Huntsman's body for precisely what it was. Shifting them just so that they might find themselves back where they'd started -- with Remi's hand pressed over Ronin's chest, with the blankets scattered about them, and with his lips kissing the Huntsman's shoulder -- they slipped back into their respective dreams (though Ronin would find his almost immediately interrupted).
~FIN
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.
