REMI
Surprisingly, perhaps, Remi is wonderfully boyish and almost naive in his longing for his husband. For all the times that the Lullaby is predatory and primal, there will always be something about Ronin that brings out the unexpected in him. So it's with flushed cheeks and bright sea-glass eyes that he regards his husband, rather than with large leonine pupils. "Ronin, I haven't.." He mumbles clumsily, shifting a pillow behind the Star and then drawing in a swift breath as Ronin's hands are on his chest. There are years between them now, and rather amusingly at this point, this isn't the first time they've been away from each other for a prolonged time. Ronin knows exactly what (or who) Remi has or hasn't done, which is precisely to say no one.
In only his underwear (he had been asleep in his own bed after all), it's likely the flood of bashful emotions that Remi radiates as much as it's the tent in his pants that communicates what his lips are no longer able to. "—we don't—" He manages through sips of air and the magnetic pull of Ronin's lips. "—I'm fine without—"
In only his underwear (he had been asleep in his own bed after all), it's likely the flood of bashful emotions that Remi radiates as much as it's the tent in his pants that communicates what his lips are no longer able to. "—we don't—" He manages through sips of air and the magnetic pull of Ronin's lips. "—I'm fine without—"
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.
