kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
'Well...There is not much to see.' Remi remarks, lazily tilting his head towards the window. There is in fact, nothing to see. The monsoon is total, bringing with it black skies and an ever-present curtain of rain so thick that it almost looks like nothing. It sounds like a thousand tiny wings beating against glass with a nauseating tempo that ceases to ever quit. Its only been a day or so, and already Remi has internalized the pounding.
One of his hands is wrapped around the back of Ronin's skull, his strong fingers working against the back of his husband's head where the chords of his neck melt into the dark waves of near-black. His other is roaming against Ronin's upper ribs, tracing from freckle to scar and back again, to make as inappropriate of constellations as he can manage.
"I guess this is a bit like having a boat. If we pretend this room is our ship." Remi muses, glancing up at the ceiling.
One of his hands is wrapped around the back of Ronin's skull, his strong fingers working against the back of his husband's head where the chords of his neck melt into the dark waves of near-black. His other is roaming against Ronin's upper ribs, tracing from freckle to scar and back again, to make as inappropriate of constellations as he can manage.
"I guess this is a bit like having a boat. If we pretend this room is our ship." Remi muses, glancing up at the ceiling.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
