stand out, fit in

The alchemist's lips fall open into a soft o shape as she elaborates. The inclination to retract them immediately is only stifled by her laughter and her continued exploration of them with fingertips and eyes. "Stories say that manticores are supposed to have eagle wings, but I suppose given I was already a hawk..." Shrugging, his plumage rising and falling as well, he smiles warmly at the ascended. With their mental link severed he can't know the colour of her thoughts anymore, but the mere mention of her ex-husband makes him want to reassure in some strange way. "That sounds beautiful." He murmurs, before letting his head tilt to the side to grin at her properly. "Oh?" Glancing out across his shoulder the alchemist flexes a wing almost experimentally before glancing back to Rex with a boyish twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "I do rather love a good cuddle. " He admitted as if it were some sort of dirty secret, which, anyone who knew the alchemist would know it certainly wasn't. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times