you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Naked as the day they came into the world, surrounded by lightning and the purr of thunder which threatens to unseat them at any moment, still there is nowhere Remi would rather be. Nowhere he feels more comfortable. "Gods, how I must be dragging you down if that's the case." Remi's smile makes the words clumsily said, and he has to inhale against the inappropriate laughter he feels rising in the back of his throat.
There is more sarcasm to be had, but Ronin's lips are chasing away the words and gods if Remi isn't absolutely happy to let him. Connected like this such that there is almost no part of Ronin that Remi doesn't have access to, to say he is overwhelmed by Ronin is an understatement. This isn't like being knocked down by a wave when your back is the sea and you aren't paying attention; this is like being dragged down to the very heart of the ocean with no need to breathe and yet gasping for air just the same. Though Remi had been Ronin's rock when he needs it, gods if he wouldn't happily drown in this.
Perfect moments for the Alchemist are dangerous things nowadays. They fester in his bones, inviting him to linger in them longer than he should. Just now, a hand tangled in Ronin's hair while the other grasps low on the huntsman's hip, Remi has all but forgotten to breathe, sipping air only when absolutely necessary. Do'you....feel..better? He doesn't form the words with his lips, busy as they are, and to say his mental voice is distracted is laughable.
There is more sarcasm to be had, but Ronin's lips are chasing away the words and gods if Remi isn't absolutely happy to let him. Connected like this such that there is almost no part of Ronin that Remi doesn't have access to, to say he is overwhelmed by Ronin is an understatement. This isn't like being knocked down by a wave when your back is the sea and you aren't paying attention; this is like being dragged down to the very heart of the ocean with no need to breathe and yet gasping for air just the same. Though Remi had been Ronin's rock when he needs it, gods if he wouldn't happily drown in this.
Perfect moments for the Alchemist are dangerous things nowadays. They fester in his bones, inviting him to linger in them longer than he should. Just now, a hand tangled in Ronin's hair while the other grasps low on the huntsman's hip, Remi has all but forgotten to breathe, sipping air only when absolutely necessary. Do'you....feel..better? He doesn't form the words with his lips, busy as they are, and to say his mental voice is distracted is laughable.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
