REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Exhaling sharply, the sound as much of a surprised gasp as it is a laugh, Remi raises a brow as his eyes dip towards Hotaru's still diminutive frame. "Well, I think for your sake, I hope it is just the one. Where would two go?" His hands nearly drop from her shoulders to try and approximate two children on her stomach, but he catches himself and merely gives her a crooked look instead. 'Well..Frey seems to like you, so...' He trails off with a shrug, his offer made. While he is not as powerful as a god, he is far less fickle. Usually.
Her lips against his skin are exquisitely sweet, and Remi finds his own lips parting in a half inhale. He can feel the rivers of her thoughts as they wind and wander, breaking into tributaries that either dry up or lead into larger bodies of her emotions. I might not be what you wanted for this...but I will try and be everything you need. The words are whispered into her mind as his thumb brushes softly over her cheek.
Indeed he does join her, sliding into the bed and trying to remind himself that they're in this position because of having had sex, so cuddling next to her fully clothed shouldn't feel quite as scandalous as it does. "Now sleep." He whispers to her, and as he places a hand over one of hers, the world will utterly change.
In an alpine meadow full of flowers of every shade and hue, mountains rise and fall, bordered by an impossible ocean. Though the world is bathed in the colours of dawn, there is a lightness to the world that is ill-fitting, but pleasant. Around them the sea swells and crashes against the mountains, filling the air with brine, juniper, and snow.
"Welcome to your dream." The world was as he had created it, but quickly Hotaru will notice that at her slightest whim, everything around her would bend and contort to her mind.
Her lips against his skin are exquisitely sweet, and Remi finds his own lips parting in a half inhale. He can feel the rivers of her thoughts as they wind and wander, breaking into tributaries that either dry up or lead into larger bodies of her emotions. I might not be what you wanted for this...but I will try and be everything you need. The words are whispered into her mind as his thumb brushes softly over her cheek.
Indeed he does join her, sliding into the bed and trying to remind himself that they're in this position because of having had sex, so cuddling next to her fully clothed shouldn't feel quite as scandalous as it does. "Now sleep." He whispers to her, and as he places a hand over one of hers, the world will utterly change.
In an alpine meadow full of flowers of every shade and hue, mountains rise and fall, bordered by an impossible ocean. Though the world is bathed in the colours of dawn, there is a lightness to the world that is ill-fitting, but pleasant. Around them the sea swells and crashes against the mountains, filling the air with brine, juniper, and snow.
"Welcome to your dream." The world was as he had created it, but quickly Hotaru will notice that at her slightest whim, everything around her would bend and contort to her mind.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
