& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Absolutely he pulls her up.
She was like lifting a bolt of silk for how smooth and light she felt. Caring little about the lack of heat, Remi's fingers curl nearly all the way around her back, with his palms flat against her and his forehead pressed down against her shoulder. Memorizing all that he could in the seconds that were racing by, the alchemist readjusted his grip of her but only so that he might map more of her in the little time he had. 'I don't even have anything clever to say," He admits with a shaky laugh, breathing in the familiar smells that always seemed to come with her—ones that reminded him of old books and warm tea—but also new ones that he tried not to hate (the smell of Varus, of things sterile and cold). "I had to see you." Very likely the ascended will be able to feel the thunderous beat of his heart and the burst of heat fueled by his adrenaline, but he can't bring himself to apologize for i.
Not wanting to put her down but knowing how it might look should anyone happen upon them, reluctantly Remi leans forward so Isla might naturally slip her legs back toward the ground.
She was like lifting a bolt of silk for how smooth and light she felt. Caring little about the lack of heat, Remi's fingers curl nearly all the way around her back, with his palms flat against her and his forehead pressed down against her shoulder. Memorizing all that he could in the seconds that were racing by, the alchemist readjusted his grip of her but only so that he might map more of her in the little time he had. 'I don't even have anything clever to say," He admits with a shaky laugh, breathing in the familiar smells that always seemed to come with her—ones that reminded him of old books and warm tea—but also new ones that he tried not to hate (the smell of Varus, of things sterile and cold). "I had to see you." Very likely the ascended will be able to feel the thunderous beat of his heart and the burst of heat fueled by his adrenaline, but he can't bring himself to apologize for i.
Not wanting to put her down but knowing how it might look should anyone happen upon them, reluctantly Remi leans forward so Isla might naturally slip her legs back toward the ground.
the lullaby
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.
