like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
"I am not sure I will be able to imagine using my duplicate for anything else, now." Remi murmurs, joyfully weary and infinitely comfortable in the mud atop his husband. Scarcely able to tell where his body ends and where Ronin's begins, it's likely a rather horrific and confusing sight for any around to see it; antlers and wings and bare asses, oh my.
"Now would be such a good time for one of those spontaneous LongHeat summer rains." Remi complains, pleasantly exhausted. His fingers have risen on their own, smearing away the mud on Ronin's chest in the shape of feathers and stars.
"Isla banned me from the Grounds without actually banning me." He says conversationally. "I have to write ahead if I want to enter, so I guess that is both of us locked out of our former home. It is funny though....I am not sure I even think of it as a home, with how much things have changed." Remi's home was wherever Ronin was. Even Torchline didn't seem like home, just as much as Stormbreak didn't.
Perhaps they'd become vagabonds after all.
"Now would be such a good time for one of those spontaneous LongHeat summer rains." Remi complains, pleasantly exhausted. His fingers have risen on their own, smearing away the mud on Ronin's chest in the shape of feathers and stars.
"Isla banned me from the Grounds without actually banning me." He says conversationally. "I have to write ahead if I want to enter, so I guess that is both of us locked out of our former home. It is funny though....I am not sure I even think of it as a home, with how much things have changed." Remi's home was wherever Ronin was. Even Torchline didn't seem like home, just as much as Stormbreak didn't.
Perhaps they'd become vagabonds after all.
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.
