the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Breathing in deeply to try and dissuade his tongue from answering the ascended, Remi flinches as Neron's perfectly temperature-controlled fingers wrap around his wrist. Trying to block the frosty stream of emotions he feels—the fear that comes in wary slices from Neron has the hairs on the back of Remi's neck standing up—before it all ceases to matter.
Remi's moan is instant and low. Part of him knew he'd succumb to this more quickly than he'd like, and yet still he feels betrayed by his body. Already the urge to turn toward Neron and draw him against something solid has Remi's fingers twitching, keenly able to anticipate exactly what it might feel like. The cocktail of the ascended's bite has the Lullaby's eyes rolling back into his head as his lips part; desperately he tries to recall the feel of his husband's parting kiss against his lips. It helps as much as it hurts, as the blood rushing south begins to descend in earnest.
Breathing in jerky intervals, Remi's mangled fingers are suddenly tipped with claws that curl toward Neron's cheek as he drinks. The muscles of the alchemist's bicep shake slightly with the effort to remain still, but even so, his wrist rises needlessly breaking more skin against the hybrid's fangs.
Remi's moan is instant and low. Part of him knew he'd succumb to this more quickly than he'd like, and yet still he feels betrayed by his body. Already the urge to turn toward Neron and draw him against something solid has Remi's fingers twitching, keenly able to anticipate exactly what it might feel like. The cocktail of the ascended's bite has the Lullaby's eyes rolling back into his head as his lips part; desperately he tries to recall the feel of his husband's parting kiss against his lips. It helps as much as it hurts, as the blood rushing south begins to descend in earnest.
Breathing in jerky intervals, Remi's mangled fingers are suddenly tipped with claws that curl toward Neron's cheek as he drinks. The muscles of the alchemist's bicep shake slightly with the effort to remain still, but even so, his wrist rises needlessly breaking more skin against the hybrid's fangs.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
