the lullaby
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
What might otherwise have felt like Ronin was trying to silence Remi's concerns with affection, band-aiding over the cracks in their relationship with sex as they were so used to doing, instead felt...gods it felt new. Like the first sip of air after having held your breath while swimming, like the first bite of something delicious you'd been forced to smell for hours while it was cooking, like the giddying come-down from a bought of laughter..it felt like everything he knew it would and yet like nothing he could possibly have expected.
Reaching the hand holding the braid and pressing his palm against the side of Ronin's face to deepen the kiss, Remi is at once both desperate and fully appreciative. "I think there is a word for someone who has fallen in love with their captor. Sindrome di Stoccolma." He murmurs against Ronin's lips, trying to tilt his head so that the wetness on his cheeks wouldn't be transferred to his husband.
Reaching the hand holding the braid and pressing his palm against the side of Ronin's face to deepen the kiss, Remi is at once both desperate and fully appreciative. "I think there is a word for someone who has fallen in love with their captor. Sindrome di Stoccolma." He murmurs against Ronin's lips, trying to tilt his head so that the wetness on his cheeks wouldn't be transferred to his husband.
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
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.
