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.
It's strange to see her again, in an entirely different setting as this is. It steals his breath and yet he feels nothing of the sorts of things one might imagine in this situation. There should be love, attraction, fear, joy—and yet all the alchemist can identify in the pit of his stomach is confusion. Just naive and deep-seated confusion.
'Of course I did.' He replies immediately with a shake of his head. Pressing the door closed behind him and then rushing clumsily across the room to her. "I am so sorry," Remi adds, his accent hugging the words and making them sound like some horribly sweet melody. "I did not even think...that is, because I do not—" Words fail him now as they normally, do and Remi's lips are left opening and closing around the fragments of things that aren't worth saying. I only have sex with men and ascended, so I didn't think about you getting pregnant.
Swallowing down the rush of thoughts and emotions that threaten to spew from the back of his throat, Remi tenses as he forces himself to still and shut up. Reaching out a hand for hers, Remi forces himself to exist only in this moment. "How are you?" He asks at last, his words competing with the pounding of his ears and heart as he tries to hold her gaze.
'Of course I did.' He replies immediately with a shake of his head. Pressing the door closed behind him and then rushing clumsily across the room to her. "I am so sorry," Remi adds, his accent hugging the words and making them sound like some horribly sweet melody. "I did not even think...that is, because I do not—" Words fail him now as they normally, do and Remi's lips are left opening and closing around the fragments of things that aren't worth saying. I only have sex with men and ascended, so I didn't think about you getting pregnant.
Swallowing down the rush of thoughts and emotions that threaten to spew from the back of his throat, Remi tenses as he forces himself to still and shut up. Reaching out a hand for hers, Remi forces himself to exist only in this moment. "How are you?" He asks at last, his words competing with the pounding of his ears and heart as he tries to hold her gaze.
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.
