every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Remi's body lurches forward absolutely of its own accord, though no part of his conscious mind is offering up any objections. She feels light as a feather against him, and as he rises and guides her legs around his waist, he has to remind himself that for all of his godly abilities, teleportation (of the sort required here and now), isn't one of them. Neither is the ability to see while his lips are locked against hers.
So it's reluctantly that he kisses her one last time, before heading toward the sex room with all the elegance and grace of King Kong bashing through the jungle. Whoever they might see on the way, whatever might happen, is entirely inconsequential. Remi's thoughts have been hopelessly dichotomized between the woman in his arms, and finding his way to the sex room.
The lock breaks easily beneath his fingers (he's not sorry, Bastien), and moments after Remi has kicked it closed, he's pressing Isla against the nearest wall that he might deduce for himself if they're far enough in for the enchantments to have taken effect.
So it's reluctantly that he kisses her one last time, before heading toward the sex room with all the elegance and grace of King Kong bashing through the jungle. Whoever they might see on the way, whatever might happen, is entirely inconsequential. Remi's thoughts have been hopelessly dichotomized between the woman in his arms, and finding his way to the sex room.
The lock breaks easily beneath his fingers (he's not sorry, Bastien), and moments after Remi has kicked it closed, he's pressing Isla against the nearest wall that he might deduce for himself if they're far enough in for the enchantments to have taken effect.
& 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.
