Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Swallowing hard, all Remi is able to see is a warm shade of reddish-orange from behind his closed eyelids. The threat of danger had been enough to get his blood pumping, and Ronin's deft hands were doing very little to cool the temperature back down. Indeed as the Huntsman's fingers tactfully don't touch him, Remi can hear his breath hitch as a spike of annoyance radiates up from his core with enough force to part his lips.
"Snow is...cold.." Remi agrees, distractedly. His bare feet shift against the floorboards, displacing flour into the sunlight where it scatters back down like heatless snow. "mmmmmmmmmmmm." Whether this is an agreement about an invitation being a threat, about doing it, or about doing it, hardly matters. Not when Ronin's fingers had undone the buttons of his pants, and with the bed so close, and—
—"fuck." It's uttered as a curse as much as it's a sigh of relief, with Remi both tensing and relaxing in varying degrees. Snarling his fingertips outwards like a starburst against Ronin's scalp, Remi presses his teeth together as his cheek continues to loll drunkenly to the side. No doubt Ronin will feel the exquisite tension that shimmers out of the alchemist, as Remi internally wrestles with wanting to reach his hand down over Ronin's to expedite his movements, while also wanting to savour the buildup and laziness of the moment.
"Snow is...cold.." Remi agrees, distractedly. His bare feet shift against the floorboards, displacing flour into the sunlight where it scatters back down like heatless snow. "mmmmmmmmmmmm." Whether this is an agreement about an invitation being a threat, about doing it, or about doing it, hardly matters. Not when Ronin's fingers had undone the buttons of his pants, and with the bed so close, and—
—"fuck." It's uttered as a curse as much as it's a sigh of relief, with Remi both tensing and relaxing in varying degrees. Snarling his fingertips outwards like a starburst against Ronin's scalp, Remi presses his teeth together as his cheek continues to loll drunkenly to the side. No doubt Ronin will feel the exquisite tension that shimmers out of the alchemist, as Remi internally wrestles with wanting to reach his hand down over Ronin's to expedite his movements, while also wanting to savour the buildup and laziness of the moment.
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.
