you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Had Ronin's fingers not been so strangely hypnotic against his palm, Remi might have had any number of objections to offer. Instead, he was rendered silent, blinking against the almost too-gently touches and biting at the inside of his lip. Moaning out a soft sound of need as his fingers meet Ronin's lips, Remi swallows hard and debates remaining silent forever if only to coerce his husband into touching him more.
"I just...why not let them expand. We do it all the time." He murmurs in a far-away voice, still vaguely hypnotized by the lingering ghostly sensations.
"I just...why not let them expand. We do it all the time." He murmurs in a far-away voice, still vaguely hypnotized by the lingering ghostly sensations.
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.
