RONIN
Ronin's feet kick and flail a bit as the feathers are brushed against his toes, and he's very diligent in his antics; the only problem being that he sort of needs to breathe eventually. Which explains why Ronin simultaneously stays exactly where he is, and also surfaces with a desperate gulp of air a few feet behind Remi. It's a nifty bit of projection, being able to play switcheroo with himself, and given that the other Ronin doesn't need to breathe, the real Star takes the opportunity to slink up behind his husband.
Kissing along the side of his neck, he presses against Remi's back and sighs a note of relief and passion both. "It's very brisk under there, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles; the alchemist is free to shove his projection away at any point, of course. If they can't fuck around but also act like dirty teenagers, what's the point?
Kissing along the side of his neck, he presses against Remi's back and sighs a note of relief and passion both. "It's very brisk under there, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles; the alchemist is free to shove his projection away at any point, of course. If they can't fuck around but also act like dirty teenagers, what's the point?
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
