i have been quietly standing in the shade
Something in the back of the alchemist's mind softly suggested that he ought to stop, but for the life of him, he couldn't understand why. Was it the alcohol ? Once upon a time in a time he couldn't remember, he had told Loren to wait. He hadn't wanted their first their first kiss to be in any way caused by intoxicants, and not that he remembered that now, but it would have seemed so foolish if he did. Ronin had died. So what if his wheels had been greased, so to speak. Remi had learned all too recently how quickly things could change.
He knew what it was like to be forgotten. To be left.
And now he was learning what it was like to be remembered. To be returned to, and not even alcohol could dilute the pureness of that.
Perhaps that was why the alchemist couldn't help but smile as Ronin raised an eyebrow. That movement so perfectly encapsulated in his mind, seen before a hundred times, and still the expressiveness of it made something in the back of his throat simultaneously expand and condense with glee. Feeling Ronin's lips against his jawline only diluted his thought process, Remi's head tilting back against the wall as the question which had so strongly burned in his mind only seconds before was all but reduced to some hazy wondering in the back of his mind.
The hand that slid against Ronin's chest danced lower as the hand in his hair curled. Lowering his head slightly, for Remi was taller after all, his lips gently found his friends ear and there paused with a tentative and pregnant pause. "I ... I do not remember..." Remi remembered women to be sure. Remembered kissing Sam, but he remembered nothing further that he'd ever experienced with the men in his life. Yet his fingertips slipped below the line of Ronin's trousers, a thicket of hair revealing where center was.
He knew what it was like to be forgotten. To be left.
And now he was learning what it was like to be remembered. To be returned to, and not even alcohol could dilute the pureness of that.
Perhaps that was why the alchemist couldn't help but smile as Ronin raised an eyebrow. That movement so perfectly encapsulated in his mind, seen before a hundred times, and still the expressiveness of it made something in the back of his throat simultaneously expand and condense with glee. Feeling Ronin's lips against his jawline only diluted his thought process, Remi's head tilting back against the wall as the question which had so strongly burned in his mind only seconds before was all but reduced to some hazy wondering in the back of his mind.
The hand that slid against Ronin's chest danced lower as the hand in his hair curled. Lowering his head slightly, for Remi was taller after all, his lips gently found his friends ear and there paused with a tentative and pregnant pause. "I ... I do not remember..." Remi remembered women to be sure. Remembered kissing Sam, but he remembered nothing further that he'd ever experienced with the men in his life. Yet his fingertips slipped below the line of Ronin's trousers, a thicket of hair revealing where center was.
watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made
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.
