REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Swaddled by his husband's love, Remi feels as if he's slowly beginning to come back to himself with every wave of affection and reassurance Ronin provides. Exhausted and infuriated, the Lullaby sags forward, pressing his head against his husband's shoulder and gritting his teeth. I want to, Remi admits, easily able to feel the suggestive overtones of his husband's thoughts. Gods but I want to. Surely there had to be some problems by which sex actually was the solution. Right?
Leaning into the projections kisses, the Lullaby gives his head a weak shake as he raises his forehead away from Ronin's shoulder. "What will we tell them?" The fingers of his good hand slip down from the Huntsman's chest, sliding around his waist to settle possessively and greedy against his lower back.
Leaning into the projections kisses, the Lullaby gives his head a weak shake as he raises his forehead away from Ronin's shoulder. "What will we tell them?" The fingers of his good hand slip down from the Huntsman's chest, sliding around his waist to settle possessively and greedy against his lower back.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
