REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Reaching for a blanket, not necessarily to cover his nudity but more to just have some sort of barrier in case his skin decided to change on its own, Remi tugs it close before opting to drape Ronin over himself instead. Leaning back against the arm so that the pair could more or less splay themselves across the length of the couch, the Lullaby twines his arms around Ronin's shoulders while simultaneously leaning his forehead down to allow his husband's fuss.
"Yeah, I feel fine now." He murmurs as he stifles a yawn against the side of Ronin's neck. "It is just like...a complete physical overload. It...hurts in a way that has no pain? And feels good without there being anywhere that actually feels it." Helpless to capture the feeling, Remi decides merely to shake his head and grumble inarticulately instead.
"Dinner smells good." He murmurs after a moment, remembering the discarded blanket and thoughtfully draping it over Ronin's bare ass.
"Yeah, I feel fine now." He murmurs as he stifles a yawn against the side of Ronin's neck. "It is just like...a complete physical overload. It...hurts in a way that has no pain? And feels good without there being anywhere that actually feels it." Helpless to capture the feeling, Remi decides merely to shake his head and grumble inarticulately instead.
"Dinner smells good." He murmurs after a moment, remembering the discarded blanket and thoughtfully draping it over Ronin's bare ass.
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.
