[se] sailboat bed

took a fall from a windy height

'Traditional sense? Does that mean...we mess up so often apologies aren't needed? Or that our apologies just need to be unconventional?" So saying the alchemist leans in, unable to keep any part of himself from Ronin especially when the Star is looking so broody and stagish as he is now, and presses his lips against the side of his husband's neck.

Listening, Remi is able to empathize up to a point. None of his shifts have ever been prey animals in the traditional sense, so the flightiness of a luxere isn't something he knows. "Well, a lot of time I don't cope." He points out. Already he's clawed the trunks of any number of trees in the various camps they've set up since they've been on the road. Honestly, it's a wonder he hasn't started urinating on everything to mark his territory while he's been at it. "Honestly, the best thing you can do it lean into it. It's part of you now, just like any other urge. Hunger, thirst...and now this." Remi's shoulders rise and fall against the Star.

"Good, I thought you might. Maybe we can both let off a little steam doing it."

i only knew how to hold on tight
& pray for love enough to last all night