REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The predator lurking in every unrestrained twitch of Remi's muscles is smugly satisfied to see the distress that flickers across Ronin's lips, and though for the time being the alchemist is more or less in control of himself, the threat of the heat in his belly turning into a wildfire grows ever more certain with each passing second.
"A man of many talen-" Remi inhales sharply as their bodies are pressed together; though the Lullaby does not have fight or flight instincts perse, what he does feel is the tension between his inclinations to take or wait. Though just now that delicate line was vibrating like a freshly plucked guitar string, the resonance of which Remi was quite certain he could feel in his teeth.
"You," The Lullaby growls warningly against Ronin's lips, as he reaches a hand around to cage the Huntsman's leg around his waist at the same moment he sweeps his other arm across their kitchen table to clear it. Papers, a vase filled with flowers from Mateo, a stack of books and two coffee mugs go flying, though Remi hardly hears the subsequent crash given the pounding of blood in his ears. With a kiss that's as much meant to guide Ronin's body back against the table as it is to convey his desire, Remi reaches to guide Ronin's other leg around his waist as he bends forward to blanket the Huntsman. Whether the press of their bodies ruins or compliments the artwork lavished upon Ronin's chest is suddenly a question laughably far from Remi's mind.
"A man of many talen-" Remi inhales sharply as their bodies are pressed together; though the Lullaby does not have fight or flight instincts perse, what he does feel is the tension between his inclinations to take or wait. Though just now that delicate line was vibrating like a freshly plucked guitar string, the resonance of which Remi was quite certain he could feel in his teeth.
"You," The Lullaby growls warningly against Ronin's lips, as he reaches a hand around to cage the Huntsman's leg around his waist at the same moment he sweeps his other arm across their kitchen table to clear it. Papers, a vase filled with flowers from Mateo, a stack of books and two coffee mugs go flying, though Remi hardly hears the subsequent crash given the pounding of blood in his ears. With a kiss that's as much meant to guide Ronin's body back against the table as it is to convey his desire, Remi reaches to guide Ronin's other leg around his waist as he bends forward to blanket the Huntsman. Whether the press of their bodies ruins or compliments the artwork lavished upon Ronin's chest is suddenly a question laughably far from Remi's mind.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
