lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground
"It's fine I just..." Remi's ribs and shoulders expand as he sucks in a breath. His forearms tense and his fingers threaten to turn inwards on his palm. "...fuck." He huffs, exhaling angrily as feathers course through his wet curls. He wishes he had some notice, or some fucking control. Instead of smashing things as he very much wants to, he merely swipes at his eyes with the back of the hand not currently in Ronin's.
"I could. Or we could go stand outside until the rain makes us too numb to feel anything at all." Remi quips back with a lazy smile.
Weird dreams.
Remi's heart pounds, and though he tries to stay calm (he doesn't quite, his muscles tensing again and quite obviously too), he's sure Ronin knows exactly why. Thoughts of the hunter blue eyes bordered by Safrin's creamy thighs fill his mind, and he swallows hard to try and hide the revulsion that wants to coat his tongue. "Weird like...Safrin-type dreams?" The Alchemist asks, his fingers curling possessively around Ronin's hip.
"I could. Or we could go stand outside until the rain makes us too numb to feel anything at all." Remi quips back with a lazy smile.
Weird dreams.
Remi's heart pounds, and though he tries to stay calm (he doesn't quite, his muscles tensing again and quite obviously too), he's sure Ronin knows exactly why. Thoughts of the hunter blue eyes bordered by Safrin's creamy thighs fill his mind, and he swallows hard to try and hide the revulsion that wants to coat his tongue. "Weird like...Safrin-type dreams?" The Alchemist asks, his fingers curling possessively around Ronin's hip.
THE ALCHEMIST
i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around
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.
