REMI
the lullaby
there's a light that you give me
when I'm in shadow
when I'm in shadow
'It...has been that way for over a year now, at least.' Remi murmurs. 'Though...you are the only one I've used mine for.' It's a quiet admission, one made while his eyes are averted on the stars. It's a fine line between being honest and saying things that might put Isla in an awkward position. You are all these things to me, he's trying to communicate. But I'm not asking to be the same to you.
Remi pokes small holes in his own starmap, but whether or not it actually resembles anything at all in the sky is anyone's guess. There are billions of stars though, so this pattern probably does exist somewhere. "Mmmm?" He murmurs, distracted, glancing over his shoulder at her, not at all expecting her hands to be tugging at him. That said, the alchemist is utterly pliant, his hands dropping the frame onto the blanket and reaching for her as the butterflies in his belly take flight. Isla's emotions might be more or less procedurally generated, not quite carrying with them the same colour as others' feelings do, but it's all there in black and white, beneath his fingertips just the same. The unexpectedness of her kiss has him gasping for air against her lips, as one hand wraps around her waist while the other climbs the column of her spine. Beautiful as she looks in this dress, there was fabric everywhere, and Remi can't help but be relieved as his fingers find the skin of her neck before combing into her hair, finally feeling her.
Remi pokes small holes in his own starmap, but whether or not it actually resembles anything at all in the sky is anyone's guess. There are billions of stars though, so this pattern probably does exist somewhere. "Mmmm?" He murmurs, distracted, glancing over his shoulder at her, not at all expecting her hands to be tugging at him. That said, the alchemist is utterly pliant, his hands dropping the frame onto the blanket and reaching for her as the butterflies in his belly take flight. Isla's emotions might be more or less procedurally generated, not quite carrying with them the same colour as others' feelings do, but it's all there in black and white, beneath his fingertips just the same. The unexpectedness of her kiss has him gasping for air against her lips, as one hand wraps around her waist while the other climbs the column of her spine. Beautiful as she looks in this dress, there was fabric everywhere, and Remi can't help but be relieved as his fingers find the skin of her neck before combing into her hair, finally feeling her.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow
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.
