took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

They will need to shower and strip the bed sooner rather than later, and though Ronin would likely heartily disagree, Remi would be content to laze away the afternoon in a bed filled with mud, for how relaxed and utterly satisfied he was.

With a boyish laugh, Remi grins down at his husband, a brow mischievously raised. "That is because we didn't do anything. I was absolutely dealing with something." Your dick, his snarky expression seems to say. Looking pleased to hear the Star say so, Remi's eyes wander upwards as if somewhere in the clouds is the language he once spoke so freely and easily.

"Intendi quando parlo in questo modo? Perché posso andare avanti. E ... anche se dimentico alcune parole, non importa perché comunque non sai cosa sto dicendo. Bicicletta. Cappello. Tonno." Remi's facial muscles seem to move more as he speaks, his eyebrows waggling with words he's not said in years. The language is one which is not spoken slowly, and so despite the relaxed state of the two men, the words breeze from Remi's lips as if he's in a hurry.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay