REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Where the creatures within Ronin's bones seem to complement each other in how they rose and fell with the seasons, Remi was filled with creatures too supernatural to be damped down by something as simple as the cold. Indeed, the endless dark made the Lullaby feel cagey and feral such that the inclination to lash out was nearly too strong to override. Even now his senses were nearly incandescent with desire to see Ronin's head tip back, revealing soft skin stretched and pulsing in the golden light with every heartbeat. It made the alchemist's mouth begin to water as he dragged one clawed hand across the table, rooting his talons into the wood and gripping on for purchase.
"You," Remi whispers against Ronin's throat, breathing in deeply through his nose while pushing his hips forward. A single tentacle twists from somewhere on Remi's body to tug at his shirt so that the alchemist could keep his hands braced one on the table and the other on his husband's hip.
Though Remi's lips are crinkled into a snarl, it's a kiss rather than a bite which the Huntsman will feel pressed against the delicate flesh of his neck. Another tentacle joins the first, and though the alchemist is loathed to give up even an inch of the body he's claimed for his own, he allows himself to move from side to side to allow his additional appendages to begin to relieve them of their belts and buttons.
"You," Remi whispers against Ronin's throat, breathing in deeply through his nose while pushing his hips forward. A single tentacle twists from somewhere on Remi's body to tug at his shirt so that the alchemist could keep his hands braced one on the table and the other on his husband's hip.
Though Remi's lips are crinkled into a snarl, it's a kiss rather than a bite which the Huntsman will feel pressed against the delicate flesh of his neck. Another tentacle joins the first, and though the alchemist is loathed to give up even an inch of the body he's claimed for his own, he allows himself to move from side to side to allow his additional appendages to begin to relieve them of their belts and buttons.
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.
