oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"Oh, you know her actually. Maeve?" Remi is too exhausted to be embarrassed, and so it's merely with half-closed green eyes that he regards the Star. Lions don't purr, so the rumble of contentment in the back of his throat is about as close as he can come to expressing his appreciation for the fingers in his hair. "I went to the Halenani to try and find Phoebe, and ended up walking in on Maeve and..." Had he heard Locke's name? He couldn't remember. It was hardly important at the time. "..someone. She asked me if men were my preference, and because of Isla I said I didn't know, and she said she could help." Reaching up to wrap his arms around Ronin, knowing better than sliding himself onto the couch if only because of his state of semi-arousal and nakedness, Remi sighs. "Honestly, at first I thought she could just...wave a wand and know." He wasn't kidding either, naive as it was.
"Holding hands?" Remi all but beams. "I'd like nothing more." Well. That wasn't strictly true. Thinking of dates and how the one with Ronin would be markedly different from the one with Isla, Remi's mind begins to pain lewd imagery behind his eyelids of all the things that might have happened with Isla, and would certainly happen with Ronin. Far from being a pleasurable feeling, it has Remi clenching his teeth against Ronin's stomach as his erection tries to make a reappearance for about the third or fourth time that night. Hissing in a breath, Remi clenches his eyes and moves to stand. His palm presses down on himself, which doesn't in anyway hide what's behind it.
"Fuck sakes." He groans unhappily. "Just...I'll be right back. You can keep talking at me." So saying the alchemist stomps toward the bathroom to deal with himself, very much wanting to slam the door behind him, but also not wanting to wake Mateo.
"Holding hands?" Remi all but beams. "I'd like nothing more." Well. That wasn't strictly true. Thinking of dates and how the one with Ronin would be markedly different from the one with Isla, Remi's mind begins to pain lewd imagery behind his eyelids of all the things that might have happened with Isla, and would certainly happen with Ronin. Far from being a pleasurable feeling, it has Remi clenching his teeth against Ronin's stomach as his erection tries to make a reappearance for about the third or fourth time that night. Hissing in a breath, Remi clenches his eyes and moves to stand. His palm presses down on himself, which doesn't in anyway hide what's behind it.
"Fuck sakes." He groans unhappily. "Just...I'll be right back. You can keep talking at me." So saying the alchemist stomps toward the bathroom to deal with himself, very much wanting to slam the door behind him, but also not wanting to wake Mateo.
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.
