i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Lost in the strange storm of having and being had, it's into a world of white lightning that Remi's mind goes as his orgasm screams through his consciousness. That Ronin is around him is only something he's distantly aware of so that when the projection disappears, it's with only a dim acknowledgement that he's able to sense the change. With bits of bedding lodged beneath his fingernails and curses of love on his tongue, Remi sags heavily to the side as his body stretches out blindly to stay close to Ronin.
Once the stampede rhythm of his heartbeat slows, the alchemist is suddenly aware of the sound of their heaving breathing pushing through the static-fog of his thoughts. Unwilling to open his eyes as of yet, Remi fumbles a clumsy hand outward, walking it up Ronin's body to his cheek and resting it there. Bone-weary and impossibly in love, the alchemist smiles softly into the darkness of his own thoughts.
"The relic is certainly not in this bed.." He concludes with a boyish laugh that's shockingly free of the violence that had nearly overtaken him just moments ago.
Once the stampede rhythm of his heartbeat slows, the alchemist is suddenly aware of the sound of their heaving breathing pushing through the static-fog of his thoughts. Unwilling to open his eyes as of yet, Remi fumbles a clumsy hand outward, walking it up Ronin's body to his cheek and resting it there. Bone-weary and impossibly in love, the alchemist smiles softly into the darkness of his own thoughts.
"The relic is certainly not in this bed.." He concludes with a boyish laugh that's shockingly free of the violence that had nearly overtaken him just moments ago.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
