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.
Feeling his cheeks begin to burn, the muscles of Remi's arms shiver with one last glancing thought toward restraint before he's all but putty in his husband's four hands. It feels improper somehow, to find Ronin so exquisitely handsome from this angle—all blue eyes beneath expressive eyebrows—but gods if it doesn't absolutely steal all the air from Remi's lungs. The anticipation has his toes curling slightly as he leans back against astral!Ronin for support, lest he forgets himself and grabs onto the sink.
Tilting his head slightly to the side in recognition of the projection's warning, the Lullaby mercilessly slips his hand beneath his husband's waistband and into the growing space created in the front of his pants. Noted. His agrees as his good hand clasps around the base of his husband's budding erection.
Tilting his head slightly to the side in recognition of the projection's warning, the Lullaby mercilessly slips his hand beneath his husband's waistband and into the growing space created in the front of his pants. Noted. His agrees as his good hand clasps around the base of his husband's budding erection.
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.
