right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Her hands are soft and small, the opposite of any to have touched him in recent memory, and her body contours against his in ways that he isn't familiar with. Perhaps that's why this doesn't feel the reckless and ill-advised thing that it surely is (but why is it? why?). Inhaling a breath that's staccato in how it brushes over his lips in small puffs, Remi shakes his head ever so slightly, only stilling as her fingertip brushes against his lips.
Gods but he wants to devour her.
Teeth clenching together and his body a tense mess of muscle, he raises a brow slightly as she speaks. Peering into her pebble-blue eyes, searching them for a long and silent moment, he lets one of his hands pull back from where it had tangled into her hair that it might rest on her cheek. "Show me." There's no room for discussion. Isla wouldn't have mentioned it if she didn't want to go, and with his world a confusing and imploding mess, a room where Isla could feel his lips against hers (and so much more, he'd soon realize) suddenly seemed the only sane place to be.
Gods but he wants to devour her.
Teeth clenching together and his body a tense mess of muscle, he raises a brow slightly as she speaks. Peering into her pebble-blue eyes, searching them for a long and silent moment, he lets one of his hands pull back from where it had tangled into her hair that it might rest on her cheek. "Show me." There's no room for discussion. Isla wouldn't have mentioned it if she didn't want to go, and with his world a confusing and imploding mess, a room where Isla could feel his lips against hers (and so much more, he'd soon realize) suddenly seemed the only sane place to be.
The Lullaby
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.
