REMI
the lullaby
"I asked for your opinion." Remi agrees. "Not a platitude for Cian or your dragoons." He adds crookedly. The crookedness grows and then disappears into a shaky part of his lips as Ronin sweeps himself to sit astride him. 'Have you?' Sounding absolutely twitterpated and delighted, Remi places his hands on his husband's thighs with as much chastity as he can possibly manage. "You really are a poet, you know. I only make fun because you are so much better than words than I am. In questa lingua, però. Nel linguaggio dei viaggi, posso far suonare bene qualsiasi cosa.." This latter sentiment, whatever it is, is spoken with a flourish and with a deep-dimpled smile.
"Well, if you start now, you might look appropriately woodsy in...oh...a few seasons?" Grinning up at Ronin, the light of his antlers casting them booth in a cool silvery light, Remi tries to tread the strange waters he finds himself in, of being ridiculously in love, and yet wanting to terrorize the Star until he cried for mercy.
"So," Shifting his hips up with a grin, Remi places one of his arms beneath his head while the other picks at a strand on Ronin's pants. "How much more star gazing is there to be done before your Safrin-suit is complete?"
"Well, if you start now, you might look appropriately woodsy in...oh...a few seasons?" Grinning up at Ronin, the light of his antlers casting them booth in a cool silvery light, Remi tries to tread the strange waters he finds himself in, of being ridiculously in love, and yet wanting to terrorize the Star until he cried for mercy.
"So," Shifting his hips up with a grin, Remi places one of his arms beneath his head while the other picks at a strand on Ronin's pants. "How much more star gazing is there to be done before your Safrin-suit is complete?"
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
