i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time
but i flicker from time to time
The bit of blood drawn up toward the Huntsman's lips on Remi's skin is nothing compared to where the majority of it has gone south, and so while this may (or may not) help to temper Ronin's nerves, it does nothing for the Lullaby (save for adding to the growing recklessness of his need). His toes continue to curl in the sheets, and as one leg contours around Ronin's body, the other straightens and shakes with tension.
If ever there was a need to ask Frey for anything, perhaps some sort of helping hand would be it, because just now Remi is loathe to take his hands from his husband's body. (Birthday present idea, Mateo?). He does manage to pry one away, and though it's his right one, his ghostly appendage has never been disobedient in such situations and he doesn't expect it to now.
Leaning forward for a kiss, Remi barely manages to whisper, "gods, you're everything-" against his husband's lips before his tongue is seeking to encourage an encore of its earlier performance with Ronin's. Though the Lullaby doesn't need to beg for more, every thrust of his husband's hips is echoed in the cascading shimmer of Remi's emotions: reds explode into desperate and needy whites, that fade to pleading lilacs before growing hot again with the force of Ronin's movements.
If ever there was a need to ask Frey for anything, perhaps some sort of helping hand would be it, because just now Remi is loathe to take his hands from his husband's body. (Birthday present idea, Mateo?). He does manage to pry one away, and though it's his right one, his ghostly appendage has never been disobedient in such situations and he doesn't expect it to now.
Leaning forward for a kiss, Remi barely manages to whisper, "gods, you're everything-" against his husband's lips before his tongue is seeking to encourage an encore of its earlier performance with Ronin's. Though the Lullaby doesn't need to beg for more, every thrust of his husband's hips is echoed in the cascading shimmer of Remi's emotions: reds explode into desperate and needy whites, that fade to pleading lilacs before growing hot again with the force of Ronin's movements.
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.
