every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Remi kisses the exposed flesh of her neck, not noticing at all nor caring to notice, that there's no pulse pounding beneath the skin. His lust has melted into warm affection now as he showers her with kisses, and it's with boyish playfulness that he feigns resisting the tilt of his chin upward. Wrapping his arms around her all the more, Remi finds something in her kiss he'd not gotten from the moments prior, and it's only holding her in his arms this way that he's able to sink back into the bed, fully satisfied.
"Sorry." He says with a slow smile and eyes made shiny by amusement. Shaking his head at his own idiocy—his nose brushing against the tip of hers—Remi raises a brow. "I am if you are. Though..we could..wait?" Lines appear on his forehead as his eyebrows draw together and then smooth out again.
"Sorry." He says with a slow smile and eyes made shiny by amusement. Shaking his head at his own idiocy—his nose brushing against the tip of hers—Remi raises a brow. "I am if you are. Though..we could..wait?" Lines appear on his forehead as his eyebrows draw together and then smooth out again.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
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.
