right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
What would they have. That was the question. Or perhaps more importantly, would they want it if it's what they had? Could they survive it?
The alchemist stills slightly, his gaze wandering over his shoulder to where the outline of his husband's leg folds into the darkness of the bed. "It would be easier if you were a predator." He murmurs, almost apologetically, looking at one of his hands. "I could make you feel it, though it isn't like I feel it now." Letting his hand drop back to his lap, Remi sits up as if better posture might help his communication. "It's like...the same sort of thing that makes your stomach rumble and your mouth water if you smell something sweet. And it's all the stronger when it's right in front of you. Doesn't matter if it's someone else's, or if you're on a diet, or if you're really not that hungry. Only it's...more frenzied than that, I suppose." Frustrated with his own lack of verbal skills, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls and heaves out a sigh. "The types of predators I am...they don't outrun their prey. They don't lay in wait. They attack. Smelling his fear...seeing the pulse of his veins and feeling the power and the desire bubble up, it's..." The breath Remi breathes in next is one laced with guilt. "..it's intoxicating and arousing and satisfying. And it's always hard to resist."
Remi's throat goes dry, and though he knows this is what they need to work through, what they need to be saying to one another, the urge to turn around and press his lips against Ronin's if only to stop all of this in its tracks is suddenly strong enough that the alchemist has to bite his tongue to keep himself in place.
"Aoife...that changed us." Remi agrees. "But I don't like this saviour complex in you. Not your need to help," He quickly clarifies, "-but you and I are far too broken to act like we know what's best for anyone else."
The alchemist stills slightly, his gaze wandering over his shoulder to where the outline of his husband's leg folds into the darkness of the bed. "It would be easier if you were a predator." He murmurs, almost apologetically, looking at one of his hands. "I could make you feel it, though it isn't like I feel it now." Letting his hand drop back to his lap, Remi sits up as if better posture might help his communication. "It's like...the same sort of thing that makes your stomach rumble and your mouth water if you smell something sweet. And it's all the stronger when it's right in front of you. Doesn't matter if it's someone else's, or if you're on a diet, or if you're really not that hungry. Only it's...more frenzied than that, I suppose." Frustrated with his own lack of verbal skills, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls and heaves out a sigh. "The types of predators I am...they don't outrun their prey. They don't lay in wait. They attack. Smelling his fear...seeing the pulse of his veins and feeling the power and the desire bubble up, it's..." The breath Remi breathes in next is one laced with guilt. "..it's intoxicating and arousing and satisfying. And it's always hard to resist."
Remi's throat goes dry, and though he knows this is what they need to work through, what they need to be saying to one another, the urge to turn around and press his lips against Ronin's if only to stop all of this in its tracks is suddenly strong enough that the alchemist has to bite his tongue to keep himself in place.
"Aoife...that changed us." Remi agrees. "But I don't like this saviour complex in you. Not your need to help," He quickly clarifies, "-but you and I are far too broken to act like we know what's best for anyone else."
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.
