[SE] i'm not angry

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

This is where they both got a little bit Genghis Khan; short of slipping inside of each other's skin, nothing ever felt like it was enough. Remi would have handed over Wilde's rapier for Ronin to carve him open with if he thought it would bring them the sort of intimacy that they both craved, but even he knew that amidst the blood and beating hearts they would still want more.  

Tilting his head back if only to concentrate, both he and the Huntsman would be cast into a moment of darkness as a figure with large wings suddenly blocked the light pouring in through their window. Tracing a line down Ronin's back with a single feathered finger, the Huntsman would feel strong and familiar hands grasping his hips and temporarily halting his thrusting. Remi's projection leaned forward then, lifting one foot to place on the bed for leverage before hitching Ronin's hips up slightly as he pressed forward. Both iterations of the Lullaby found themselves unable to breathe just then, though it was the Remi pinned beneath his husband that leaned up to try and secure his next breath directly from Ronin's lips.