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Ronin Taliesin
the White Knight


Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3
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#29
you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Already more riled up than he has any right to be, it's only the brief interruption of falling out of a tree that saves Ronin from a similar fate to his husband. That doesn't mean the press of the other man's body doesn't feel delicious in a way that can't be normal (can it?), a crackle of heat clawing its way up the Huntsman's spine and plunging low in his belly as their lips finally meet.

He moans a helpless note of something that's as apologetic as it is needy, and his fingers have just about made it beneath Remi's shirt to graze along his lower back when he feels the shudder suddenly whipcrack through the alchemist. With his lips captured and his body pinned beneath the other man's, Ronin wouldn't be going anywhere even if he wanted to, and so instead he's left panting in the wake of the Lullaby's orgasm.

"Remi?" He almost whispers his partner's name, reaching up to brush an errant curl from his forehead. "Are you... did you...?" He's blushing all over again, and the berries are only partially to blame this time.
RONIN
Remi Taliesin
the Bastion


Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 15 - Strg: 68 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3
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#30
we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Wanting to collapse into sleep and also to flee through the treetops, the alchemist is left stiff and confused for a good few seconds before he's able to do much of anything at all. Clawing long gouges out of the earth once he has the strength to do so, Remi is left trembling and only vaguely aware of the spreading warmth and wetness in his pants.

'What?' He whispers back, alarmed but unable to feign ignorance. "No, I—it was—" Stuttering now, Remi pulls back, confused and undone by the comforting fingertips brushing curls from his forehead. "We need to go home. I need to go home." He clarifies. Suddenly, all the weight of his body will vanish as he shifts and becomes small and hollow-boned. Not unlike how he used to handle most situations, all Remi wanted in the world right now was to flee someplace dark and isolated. Despite the influence of the berries however, the hawk remained where he was, though he did offer the Huntsman a pleading staring as he shuffled his wings unhappily.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin Taliesin
the White Knight


Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 15 - Strg: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3
SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey Offline
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Posts: 6,233 | Total: 16,700
MP: 3101
#31
you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
With points of colour still high in his cheeks (and his own rock hard problem still posing quite the distraction), Ronin is left a little breathless as his husband suddenly sits back and is promptly gone from where he'd been so tantalisingly draped across him. "Uh," he manages, blinking down at the hawk and shuffling to try and get his feet beneath him. Taking a second to readjust himself so there isn't an erection skewering the front of his pants, he dips his head in a nod.

"Okay," he mumbles, breathless and flustered and already clambering up the nearest tree. His fingers morph into claws this time, digging deep into the bark to keep purchase, and before long Ronin is high enough to be able to break through the canopy of leaves. Spreading his wings wide, he remains in a partial shift for no other reason than to wait for the wind to cool the fires in his belly, his gaze pinned on the route ahead. Come on, let's go.
RONIN
Remi Taliesin
the Bastion


Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 15 - Strg: 68 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3
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#32
we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Later, Remi will apologize. Hell, later they'll probably both laugh and laugh about this and Remi will make his amends by trying to make Ronin cum in his pants. For now though the alchemist couldn't feel more unsettled and unsure of himself. Whatever was happening had put up such a strong barrier that his rationality couldn't come to grips with it. Like being in a dream, logic was only going so far.

Unlike Ronin, Remi's approach is to build up speed along the jungle floor and then rocket himself up through the canopy. It was inelegant but effective, and had Remi not the strength that he did, he might have been flung back towards the ground. Instead he broke free of the jungle, rocketing home just as quickly as his wings could possibly take him.

~FIN
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.


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