Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Light spills from the Huntsman both literally and emotionally, and though Remi's eyes are closed, still his eyelashes flutter. "I wish I had—" Cut off by the press of Ronin's lips, the alchemist inhales a long breath through his nose, fighting against the urge to lean hastily and roughly into the kiss. Instead he forces himself to savour the lightness of it, the vastness that somehow lingered in the relative insignificance of the gesture. They had been together for years now, had done all sorts of cruel and wonderful things to one another, and had had each other in ways that most could only dream of (they'd had each other in dreams, too), and yet...
—filled with pins and needles, chilly and hot, Remi opens his eyes and smiles. "It really is only you." He whispers softly, the sexual tension that had previously warped his expression into something needy and desperate had now melted into something radiant and patient.
Even so, he absolutely agreed being naked was a good idea.
Reaching softly for the collar of Ronin's jacket, the alchemist will begin to slide it from his husband's shoulders with all the gentle intentionality of someone removing clothing from a badly wounded body. His fingers trickle down Ronin's biceps almost teasingly as he tugs the sleeves down to the Huntsman's wrists, leaving them bunched up there to keep Ronin temporarily bound with his arms at his sides. Smiling sweetly, Remi leans forward to place an obnoxiously chaste kiss against the Huntsman's jawline.
—filled with pins and needles, chilly and hot, Remi opens his eyes and smiles. "It really is only you." He whispers softly, the sexual tension that had previously warped his expression into something needy and desperate had now melted into something radiant and patient.
Even so, he absolutely agreed being naked was a good idea.
Reaching softly for the collar of Ronin's jacket, the alchemist will begin to slide it from his husband's shoulders with all the gentle intentionality of someone removing clothing from a badly wounded body. His fingers trickle down Ronin's biceps almost teasingly as he tugs the sleeves down to the Huntsman's wrists, leaving them bunched up there to keep Ronin temporarily bound with his arms at his sides. Smiling sweetly, Remi leans forward to place an obnoxiously chaste kiss against the Huntsman's jawline.
the lullaby
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.
