what have I done

Remi felt his lips twitch in a vague smile, but he too was worlds away. Unlike Isla though who was propelled by instinct, the alchemist was merely caught in the ebb and flow of his own weakening will. Decades of being strong. Decades of saying no, and of resisting and being good and always striving for what he thought was right no matter the personal cost. And in the end, even after everyone told him to do what made him happy and to be with who he wanted, it hadn't mattered anyway. As Isla's fingertips ghosted across his wrist, Remi swallowed slowly. Before he could properly brace himself however, her teeth were upon him and the feeling of ecstasy it brought crashed down on him like a tidal wave he didn't even try to fight. And perhaps this was because it was Isla, and not Sam who'd been all but a stranger, Remi didn't even bother trying to bite down on the the moan of pleasure as it slipped from his lips. In her grasp Remi's fingers clenched, and in the haze of euphoric delights coursing through him, his eyes fell towards the mess of blond hair currently scattered over his lap and arm. Gasping in a shaky sip of air the alchemist felt his body all but melt into the chair, eyes squeezing shut as he panted in the throws of whatever chemical cocktail was at play. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way