REMI
Constantly forgetting that Ronin could just...duplicate himself and then swap positions with said duplicate, the warm body against his back is a surprise. Flinching, his hands tightening against the projection's ass harder than he meant, Remi tilts his head over his shoulder to give his husband a crooked smile. "Oh, and you couldn't have done this before?" He complains, luxuriating being pressed between two iterations of his husband.
"Listen," Remi begins to protest, and though he'd really like to put his money where his mouth is (or, his dick in Ronin's mouth, as it was), the water was freezing, and they had just fucked. So with a grumble, Remi shoves the projection's feet forward that he might tumble into the water (presumably disappearing), before turning around to face the real Ronin.
'You sir, are a filthy menace.' Remi hums, hands tickling up Ronin's back where they tangle in his hair. Sprouting a single claw, the alchemist cuts off a bit of his husband's dark locks, before letting his feet fall away to dart under the water and hide from Ronin's inevitable wrath.
"Listen," Remi begins to protest, and though he'd really like to put his money where his mouth is (or, his dick in Ronin's mouth, as it was), the water was freezing, and they had just fucked. So with a grumble, Remi shoves the projection's feet forward that he might tumble into the water (presumably disappearing), before turning around to face the real Ronin.
'You sir, are a filthy menace.' Remi hums, hands tickling up Ronin's back where they tangle in his hair. Sprouting a single claw, the alchemist cuts off a bit of his husband's dark locks, before letting his feet fall away to dart under the water and hide from Ronin's inevitable wrath.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
