& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Looking down at her (having to tuck his chin to his chest to do it), Remi raises an eyebrow as if surprised to hear that she—or anyone else, really—thought about he and Ronin together. 'Well,' Remi shrugs. "You've seen Ronin." Which is all the alchemist thinks needs to be said on the subject. Show Remi anyone able to resist the Huntsman's charms, and he'd become a pacific forever.
Feeling Isla's breath-less laugh against his chest, the alchemist frowns skeptically down at the part of her hair. "Haven't we both had enough death for one day, without you trying to make me jealous?" Remi wonders, meaning the words jokingly and realizing only after they'd left his lips the brutal edge of honesty they'd held. But his weren't the only words that rang with truth, and though he'd not gotten over the thrill of having Isla in his arms once again, Remi relaxed his hold on her.
It was slow at first, his fingers unlacing from where they'd been at rest against her lower back before sliding softly around the curve of her waist to finally fall down at his sides. He'd straightened at some point too, or at least pulled his hips an appropriate distance away, all the while staring guiltily down, his cheeks red. 'You're right.'
Feeling Isla's breath-less laugh against his chest, the alchemist frowns skeptically down at the part of her hair. "Haven't we both had enough death for one day, without you trying to make me jealous?" Remi wonders, meaning the words jokingly and realizing only after they'd left his lips the brutal edge of honesty they'd held. But his weren't the only words that rang with truth, and though he'd not gotten over the thrill of having Isla in his arms once again, Remi relaxed his hold on her.
It was slow at first, his fingers unlacing from where they'd been at rest against her lower back before sliding softly around the curve of her waist to finally fall down at his sides. He'd straightened at some point too, or at least pulled his hips an appropriate distance away, all the while staring guiltily down, his cheeks red. 'You're right.'
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.
