you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Utterly transfixed the way maidens allegedly could restrain unicorns, Remi merely watches the slow motions of Ronin's hands against his own. "Mmm..no...I have angered enough gods already." Safrin, Frey, Ludo, Vi...he didn't need to invite a permanent frost into the Greatwood on the basis of a hunch.
Blinking as if having come out of a dark room into the sunlight, Remi slides his arms over Ronin's shoulders as the Huntsman nears. For all their talk of the ridiculousness of vanilla sex, the utter sweetness of this morning kiss might well suggest that they could make it work. "You are adorable when you are twitterpated." He whispers back, before helping himself to another of those long and slow kisses that feel more like a hug than like a mad thumb wrestle.
Blinking as if having come out of a dark room into the sunlight, Remi slides his arms over Ronin's shoulders as the Huntsman nears. For all their talk of the ridiculousness of vanilla sex, the utter sweetness of this morning kiss might well suggest that they could make it work. "You are adorable when you are twitterpated." He whispers back, before helping himself to another of those long and slow kisses that feel more like a hug than like a mad thumb wrestle.
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.
