I keep dancing on my own

With a stage-gasp, Remi's pale eyes wide and bright, the alchemist tried to reel Melita in and dip her if possible, shock and awe writ clearly on his features. "Ah! I have heard stories of such Amazons!" He breathed, voice reverent as he raised Melita back to her original vertical position. "I hope only that I stay in your good graces so that I never fall victim to your terrible wrath!" With a laugh that slowly faded into a deep sigh, his gaze perhaps growing a shade softer and more subdued. For a moment he did regard her, but not for the reasons she likely thought. Having been gay in an extremely sexist and repressed society, the alchemist was more than sympathetic to the plights of women and would never deny any the opportunity to seek out what they wanted. So it was that the sadness in Remi's gaze was not caused by Melita's desires, but that the need had even arisen in the first place. "Let me know if I can help." He offered, voice low and sincere, before boyishly his expression was broken by a smile. "I am a might beast after all and would be a worthy opponent for an Amazon like yourself." REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times