like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
"How much time do you have?" Remi wonders, his face clear enough of mud that the Star will be able to see just how wicked his expression has turned. That antlers spire out from the top of Ronin's head has something uncoiling in his belly as his predator shifts rouse with interest.
'ACK' Squeezing his eyes shut, the Star leaves a constellation of mud dazzling across Remi's cheeks and into his hairline. Arcing upward (subsequently pressing his hips down against Ronin's), Remi indeed tries to wipe his face when he finds his hands slapped away. I want to say like this forever, the alchemist nearly says. He doesn't need to, not with the flush of his emotions coursing against the Star. This was so easy, to be so carelessly close to Ronin.
"Gods Ronin, I—" Everything on his face suggests he's going to say want you (which he does), but even as he presses his hips down again, one of his tentacles slithers up, meaning to press its tip right into Ronin's mud-filled ear.
'ACK' Squeezing his eyes shut, the Star leaves a constellation of mud dazzling across Remi's cheeks and into his hairline. Arcing upward (subsequently pressing his hips down against Ronin's), Remi indeed tries to wipe his face when he finds his hands slapped away. I want to say like this forever, the alchemist nearly says. He doesn't need to, not with the flush of his emotions coursing against the Star. This was so easy, to be so carelessly close to Ronin.
"Gods Ronin, I—" Everything on his face suggests he's going to say want you (which he does), but even as he presses his hips down again, one of his tentacles slithers up, meaning to press its tip right into Ronin's mud-filled ear.
remi
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.
