right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
He does just that.
Pressing his head above her breasts and moving that they might both lay down, his fingers paint with his own blood smeared on her shoulder, drawing abstract shapes until the liquid becomes too tacky. There is no heartbeat for him to hear; Isla's body is shockingly silent whereas his breath is still rough. Letting his fingers trickle down her side, Remi turns his head against Isla's chest, watching the blood fingerprints line her pale skin in a slow march toward her hip. He wants to be between her thighs again. Wants her wrapped around him. Wants his mind spirited away by her. But instead he's here, on the bed, separated by skin and bones and the near-silent whirring of her non-existent heartbeat.
"I feel like I should have something to say, after that." He mumbles, her nipple a blushed-blur in his vision as he continues to stare at his hand on her hip. "But I'm not sure what." Already he can feel desire mounting again, though whether it's the room, Isla, his bruised heart or a combination of all three, he has no idea.
Pressing his head above her breasts and moving that they might both lay down, his fingers paint with his own blood smeared on her shoulder, drawing abstract shapes until the liquid becomes too tacky. There is no heartbeat for him to hear; Isla's body is shockingly silent whereas his breath is still rough. Letting his fingers trickle down her side, Remi turns his head against Isla's chest, watching the blood fingerprints line her pale skin in a slow march toward her hip. He wants to be between her thighs again. Wants her wrapped around him. Wants his mind spirited away by her. But instead he's here, on the bed, separated by skin and bones and the near-silent whirring of her non-existent heartbeat.
"I feel like I should have something to say, after that." He mumbles, her nipple a blushed-blur in his vision as he continues to stare at his hand on her hip. "But I'm not sure what." Already he can feel desire mounting again, though whether it's the room, Isla, his bruised heart or a combination of all three, he has no idea.
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.
