it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
There's a snarl on Remi's lips as Ronin wraps his arms around him, and for a moment it flares larger as they touch. The attuned bond pales in comparison to the magic the alchemist wields and feeling the steady comfort of the Star combined with the influx of arousal is enough to make feathers trickle through Remi's damp curls and for claws to poke out from his nailbeds.
"For all of Northhaven's classist ways...at least we were within a stones-throw of one another." The alchemist says in a dull tone, stiff in the Star's arms for another few heartbeats before he forces himself to try and relax. Closing his eyes, Remi pulls in a breath, eyeing the broken pieces of ceramic scattered on the floor. "I'd quite like to turn around and push you up against a wall, right now." He admits with a humourless chuckle. "But I think if ever there was an example of using sex as a bandaid, it is that."
It didn't change how he felt, of course.
"For all of Northhaven's classist ways...at least we were within a stones-throw of one another." The alchemist says in a dull tone, stiff in the Star's arms for another few heartbeats before he forces himself to try and relax. Closing his eyes, Remi pulls in a breath, eyeing the broken pieces of ceramic scattered on the floor. "I'd quite like to turn around and push you up against a wall, right now." He admits with a humourless chuckle. "But I think if ever there was an example of using sex as a bandaid, it is that."
It didn't change how he felt, of course.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
