every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
The world spins and smashes together, and Remi feels as though he's being dragged away in a torrent of fire. Isla is the only thing he might hold onto but she is pure heat in a way he can't grasp, but that he can't shy away from either. Remi hardly feels the release of Isla's teeth, so strong is the concoction that swirls brightly in his veins. So when her lips press against his, it's with surprise and desire that he finds his arms twining around her. Blood trickles down his wrist though with the heat from his skin making Isla's lips feel warm and her tongue against his, he couldn't be less concerned about what his wandering hands might stain in the process.
Should they be doing this? Were they doing this? He doesn't know, but gods Remi is ready to latch onto any excuse that he might not have to give this up. When he said he'd missed Isla, he'd meant it, but only now as his hands are allowed to remember the curves of her lower back and hips, does he realize how much.
Should they be doing this? Were they doing this? He doesn't know, but gods Remi is ready to latch onto any excuse that he might not have to give this up. When he said he'd missed Isla, he'd meant it, but only now as his hands are allowed to remember the curves of her lower back and hips, does he realize how much.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
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.
