bring back the water, let your ships roll in
The unicorn tipped a tulip-shaped ear back to catch Ronin's words. And just how would she let them know? By scratching out a warning with her horn? She was still a healer to be sure, but no longer was she the woman who ran the infirmary. No longer was she a woman at all.
Blushing a deep and charming crimson as Isla mentioned that she was planning on being out of mental ear-shot, Remi turned towards Ronin to express the unicorn's sentiment when he found lips pressed against his that possessed decidedly more energy (and better aim), than they had in the kitchen. Forgetting entirely what he was going to say, instead Remi moaned eagerly and happily into the feeling of Ronin against him.
His fiance. Though, even in his mind that sounded strange. He hadn't proposed for the title, to lock the ex-captain down or anything of that nature. He simply wanted to promise that, for Remi at least, this was it. So much the better that Ronin had agreed.
The stronger of the pair (for the time being), Remi didn't bother to hide the way he hungrily moved back against Ronin, how his hand tried to brace itself against the man's lower back to press them together as his body impatiently decided that at least for now, the stairs were a perfectly fine place to stop. Trying to lean forward and guide Ronin downwards onto the stairs (his mind sending magic outwards to help should Ronin follow his lead, damsels and need for the hunter to feel like the stronger of them be damned), Remi half growled from low in his throat at the same time as a distracted smile manged to find its way onto his lips.
"I want you now." Remi added, as if his pressing weight, the urgency and insatiable nature of his tongue and lips and teeth hadn't already voiced that quite clearly.
Blushing a deep and charming crimson as Isla mentioned that she was planning on being out of mental ear-shot, Remi turned towards Ronin to express the unicorn's sentiment when he found lips pressed against his that possessed decidedly more energy (and better aim), than they had in the kitchen. Forgetting entirely what he was going to say, instead Remi moaned eagerly and happily into the feeling of Ronin against him.
His fiance. Though, even in his mind that sounded strange. He hadn't proposed for the title, to lock the ex-captain down or anything of that nature. He simply wanted to promise that, for Remi at least, this was it. So much the better that Ronin had agreed.
The stronger of the pair (for the time being), Remi didn't bother to hide the way he hungrily moved back against Ronin, how his hand tried to brace itself against the man's lower back to press them together as his body impatiently decided that at least for now, the stairs were a perfectly fine place to stop. Trying to lean forward and guide Ronin downwards onto the stairs (his mind sending magic outwards to help should Ronin follow his lead, damsels and need for the hunter to feel like the stronger of them be damned), Remi half growled from low in his throat at the same time as a distracted smile manged to find its way onto his lips.
"I want you now." Remi added, as if his pressing weight, the urgency and insatiable nature of his tongue and lips and teeth hadn't already voiced that quite clearly.
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.
