the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
'Be that as it may, it feels...' Remi pauses to give his weary mind a moment to find a word to aptly describe the hollowed-out-cotton-stuffed way he feels. But Ronin's smile is far too captivating for his mind to care for aptness just now, and so the alchemist shrugs. "..thick."
Chuckling his agreement despite fearing more the fae's reaction than Cian's, Remi breathes in deeply, scenting his own blood watered-down by sweat in Ronin's shirt. Restlessly his fingers search for a bit of his husband's skin which he manages to find through a rather large tear in the Huntsman's shirt. "Even if you had not been rampaging, I could not have stayed away from you for much longer. I knew you needed time to process, but..." Against the rise of one of Ronin's collar bones, the alchemist smiles shyly. "...I hate being away from you." It isn't an admission that will surprise the Huntsman by any means, and yet still Remi says it with the equivalent of a vocal-blush.
Chuckling his agreement despite fearing more the fae's reaction than Cian's, Remi breathes in deeply, scenting his own blood watered-down by sweat in Ronin's shirt. Restlessly his fingers search for a bit of his husband's skin which he manages to find through a rather large tear in the Huntsman's shirt. "Even if you had not been rampaging, I could not have stayed away from you for much longer. I knew you needed time to process, but..." Against the rise of one of Ronin's collar bones, the alchemist smiles shyly. "...I hate being away from you." It isn't an admission that will surprise the Huntsman by any means, and yet still Remi says it with the equivalent of a vocal-blush.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
