we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Remi doesn't wonder at the heat beneath his fingertips, nor the way his moan breaks the near-enough silence in the rest of the not-library; he doesn't wonder about anything at all. His muscles sigh with relief as he uncoils a leg from around the Star, his toes reaching experimentally toward the ground. Were it not for Ronin, Remi would have just let himself melt there a while longer, enjoying the tandem thunder of their hearts before laughing at the absurdity of what they'd done. Alas, Ronin has his wits about him (for once).
Snickering into his husband's lips, Remi doesn't bother at all to pull his pants up, but instead just shuffles toward the book. With a smile that suggests he's about to do something Ronin will disapprove of, Remi shifts. Grabbing the book in his talons, the hawk lifts off of the ground. Will it make it better or worse, for Ronin to appear from the bookshelves alone?
Snickering into his husband's lips, Remi doesn't bother at all to pull his pants up, but instead just shuffles toward the book. With a smile that suggests he's about to do something Ronin will disapprove of, Remi shifts. Grabbing the book in his talons, the hawk lifts off of the ground. Will it make it better or worse, for Ronin to appear from the bookshelves alone?
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
