i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
Placed precisely on the knife's edge of wanting to be had and wanting to fight against even the most minor feeling of restraint, it's with a threatening moan that Remi shivers with pleasure beneath Ronin's weight. Breathless as Ronin pauses, Remi's eyes are left searching Ronin's face for an explanation of what he's done to deserve this (hopefully) brief half. Lost in blue eyes and the chaotic certainty that this is worth every moment of pain and upset and loss that he's endured and will endure, the alchemist rises up to meet his husband's lips once more as they're offered.
Able to think of nothing more than the warm press of Ronin's skin against his own, Remi's fingers greedily seek out what has thus far been hidden beneath far too many layers of clothing. Remi isn't the only one who feels carved from marble, and though his mind hardly has the capacity to marvel about it, Ronin truly is every wet dream he might have ever had as a younger man come true. I want you Remi thinks, mentally laughing; even after all these long years, it still is a welcome surprise just how under Ronin's spell he is.
"Mom, what's that?" The voice is small and clearly comes from a child. Followed up by an abrupt gasp of unhappy shock that Remi hardly hears for how distracted he is by Ronin, it has fully and completely slipped his mind that the pair of them are in one of the Celestine's enclosures.
Raising his hips, Remi snakes a hand up Ronin's spine with fingertips that are somehow both clawed and feathered.
Able to think of nothing more than the warm press of Ronin's skin against his own, Remi's fingers greedily seek out what has thus far been hidden beneath far too many layers of clothing. Remi isn't the only one who feels carved from marble, and though his mind hardly has the capacity to marvel about it, Ronin truly is every wet dream he might have ever had as a younger man come true. I want you Remi thinks, mentally laughing; even after all these long years, it still is a welcome surprise just how under Ronin's spell he is.
"Mom, what's that?" The voice is small and clearly comes from a child. Followed up by an abrupt gasp of unhappy shock that Remi hardly hears for how distracted he is by Ronin, it has fully and completely slipped his mind that the pair of them are in one of the Celestine's enclosures.
Raising his hips, Remi snakes a hand up Ronin's spine with fingertips that are somehow both clawed and feathered.
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.
