like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
As they tilt back, the control of the movement a testament to their combined strength and dexterity that no one is around to witness, Remi can feel himself shiver with anticipation as yet more wildfire races through his veins. Smoke blurs his senses from it, and gods if this is going to continue to be a conversation he'll have to peel himself away from the Star. Now that would be a true feat of strength, just now.
'We will have everything." Remi agrees instantly. Gardens and skyboats and fences painted white (and then repainted more brightly by little hands intolerant of anything so plain). Children and laughter and more love than they could even imagine, especially in times as dark as these.
"Ronin..." The Star's name is said almost like a plea, as Remi's hands fall away from Ronin's cheeks where they claw into the mud on either side of his husband's head. It feels inappropriate, to be so delirious with desire on the heels of promising Ronin a life sweeter than anything they'd lived so far, and yet here Remi is, undone by hot skin beneath cool mud and eyes bluer than any sea.
'We will have everything." Remi agrees instantly. Gardens and skyboats and fences painted white (and then repainted more brightly by little hands intolerant of anything so plain). Children and laughter and more love than they could even imagine, especially in times as dark as these.
"Ronin..." The Star's name is said almost like a plea, as Remi's hands fall away from Ronin's cheeks where they claw into the mud on either side of his husband's head. It feels inappropriate, to be so delirious with desire on the heels of promising Ronin a life sweeter than anything they'd lived so far, and yet here Remi is, undone by hot skin beneath cool mud and eyes bluer than any sea.
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.
