Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
The lack of oxygen from both forgetting to breathe as well as Ronin's fingers, as Remi's muscles screaming. It's such a rare feeling that as soon as he can, the alchemist is gasping his surprise as his thighs begin to shiver and threaten to yield their godly strength in lieu of a happy collapse. "No you aren't." Remi counters, not minding at all the feeling of being some carefully coveted prize behind the curtain of Ronin's wings.
The ache in his throat and shoulder pulse with every hammering beat of his heart, and gods if it isn't the most wonderfully distracting rhythm. It clogs his senses such that the urge to turn around and sink his claws into Ronin's neck has his fingers twitching before the words I love you decisively bring him back to himself.
"I love you more." He mumbles, relaxing all of his muscles in one graceless motion and slumping back against the Huntsman. Eyeing the mess of dessert on the counter, Remi narrows his eyes. "Now if only making something for Ludo came quite so easily.." Letting silence ring for just a moment, the alchemist chuckles boyishly at himself.
The ache in his throat and shoulder pulse with every hammering beat of his heart, and gods if it isn't the most wonderfully distracting rhythm. It clogs his senses such that the urge to turn around and sink his claws into Ronin's neck has his fingers twitching before the words I love you decisively bring him back to himself.
"I love you more." He mumbles, relaxing all of his muscles in one graceless motion and slumping back against the Huntsman. Eyeing the mess of dessert on the counter, Remi narrows his eyes. "Now if only making something for Ludo came quite so easily.." Letting silence ring for just a moment, the alchemist chuckles boyishly at himself.
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.
