looking like that, you'll open some wounds
Remi doesn't need to be held, though in the first few seconds after Varus' lips part from his wrist, he absolutely wants to be. Perhaps that's why he jerks so abruptly away from the other man, wanting to mumble something about how it would take more than just a bite to pitch him off his feet, but instead just grunting some half-hearted agreement.
Pulling his arm toward his body and pressing at the small marks left on his skin with his thumb, Remi stares adamantly at the ground as his blood continues to rush hard and fast between his legs. He hates the sound of his own breathing, hates the pulse rushing in his ears. And now he's horny, confused, and standing in the street with a stranger who is clearly more-than-a-friend to Isla.
'Use it wisely.' He manages after a moment in a raspy voice, not knowing what else to say. Being bit absolutely did complicate things, or at least for someone like Remi. Both emotionally and on a divine Remi-wtf-are-you-doing level.
Pulling his arm toward his body and pressing at the small marks left on his skin with his thumb, Remi stares adamantly at the ground as his blood continues to rush hard and fast between his legs. He hates the sound of his own breathing, hates the pulse rushing in his ears. And now he's horny, confused, and standing in the street with a stranger who is clearly more-than-a-friend to Isla.
'Use it wisely.' He manages after a moment in a raspy voice, not knowing what else to say. Being bit absolutely did complicate things, or at least for someone like Remi. Both emotionally and on a divine Remi-wtf-are-you-doing level.
THE LULLABY
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.
