every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Relief shivers through him. Remi doesn't have the capacity to understand what it was Isla actually felt; to his mind, no is exactly the answer he'd wanted to hear. It meant he hadn't entirely ruined everything. "You can shove me into the blankets if you want." The alchemist chuckles, turning toward her. Had they been somewhere else, it might have been impossible to get back on tra after everything. But here? Already Isla's lips against his neck are like individual matchheads, just waiting to be ignited.
Leaning into her, Remi presses his lips against hers. The guilty heat and confusion he'd felt in his cheeks broils and disappears, leaving only fresh desire in its place as his tongue tries to slide against one of her fangs and press upward. "Lay down again." He whispers as his wings curl around her that she might find herself on a bed of feathers, rather than the sheets he'd do misguidedly thrown her into.
Leaning into her, Remi presses his lips against hers. The guilty heat and confusion he'd felt in his cheeks broils and disappears, leaving only fresh desire in its place as his tongue tries to slide against one of her fangs and press upward. "Lay down again." He whispers as his wings curl around her that she might find herself on a bed of feathers, rather than the sheets he'd do misguidedly thrown her into.
& 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.
