kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Remi has no idea what he'd say, mostly because he (perhaps naively) believes that if and when Ronin chose to use his own pass, it would be far less...premeditated than all of this. It would be a drunken fumble with Sunjata that they both laughed off in the morning, all the closer in their friendship and nothing more. At least, that's how things went in Remi's mind. But this...was not that. Flinching slightly, his eyes closing as Ronin wondered if the problem was enjoying it, Remi can only squeeze his eyes all the tighter, hating this conversation but knowing it was probably one they ought to have. No. I know I'd enjoy it. He thinks, but can't say. I've enjoyed it before.
The loss of Ronin's weight and heat against him is keenly felt, and Remi nearly trips over his own feet to follow the Star to their bed. Down they tumble; Remi's eyes are still closed, drowning his senses in only Ronin. He's about to nod, but not unlike last time, it's the latter portion of what Ronin says that steals his breath and the colour from his face.
"No—" He says emphatically, eyes shooting open as his pulse skyrockets.
I am afraid of falling in love with him again, yes.
I'm afraid of you moving on too easily.
I already know how it feels to imagine my life split in two different directions and it nearly tore us apart last time.
"If it feels like a problem, that probably means it is." Remi says almost under his breath, like a prayer, or a warning. "It's you for me, Ronin. I can't risk that. I won't." Even so, there are tears that prick his eyes as he rolls to blanket himself across the Star, needing him close. You, he whispers between kisses whispered up and down Ronin's jawline, down to his shoulder, the cleft of his elbow. You.
Because once upon a time Remi kept all his feelings to himself to keep safe in a world that was little better than the first circle of hell. He could easily do it again to protect this paradise he'd found with his dark star.
The loss of Ronin's weight and heat against him is keenly felt, and Remi nearly trips over his own feet to follow the Star to their bed. Down they tumble; Remi's eyes are still closed, drowning his senses in only Ronin. He's about to nod, but not unlike last time, it's the latter portion of what Ronin says that steals his breath and the colour from his face.
"No—" He says emphatically, eyes shooting open as his pulse skyrockets.
I am afraid of falling in love with him again, yes.
I'm afraid of you moving on too easily.
I already know how it feels to imagine my life split in two different directions and it nearly tore us apart last time.
"If it feels like a problem, that probably means it is." Remi says almost under his breath, like a prayer, or a warning. "It's you for me, Ronin. I can't risk that. I won't." Even so, there are tears that prick his eyes as he rolls to blanket himself across the Star, needing him close. You, he whispers between kisses whispered up and down Ronin's jawline, down to his shoulder, the cleft of his elbow. You.
Because once upon a time Remi kept all his feelings to himself to keep safe in a world that was little better than the first circle of hell. He could easily do it again to protect this paradise he'd found with his dark star.
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.
