we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Even if I were to choose lime green and...say...faded orange? It was the most garish combination of colours he could think on the spot, until.. Flecked with sparkly purple? There. Now that was surely the worst.
Fanning his wings to keep his balance as Ronin shifts, Remi taps his beak against one of the buttons on Ronin's jacket if only to hear the sound before quieting his instincts to flutter, and peck, and shift. Do me a favour and close your eyes? Assuming his husband complies—with or without encouragement—Ronin will feel the weight in his lap shift ever so slightly, as warm lips press against his own. It's bizarre and improbable—this hawk with a man's lips that in no way match up to his vocal chords or throat in the right way—but the urge to kiss Ronin is simply too strong, but so is his desire to remain feathered and flighted.
Fanning his wings to keep his balance as Ronin shifts, Remi taps his beak against one of the buttons on Ronin's jacket if only to hear the sound before quieting his instincts to flutter, and peck, and shift. Do me a favour and close your eyes? Assuming his husband complies—with or without encouragement—Ronin will feel the weight in his lap shift ever so slightly, as warm lips press against his own. It's bizarre and improbable—this hawk with a man's lips that in no way match up to his vocal chords or throat in the right way—but the urge to kiss Ronin is simply too strong, but so is his desire to remain feathered and flighted.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
