what have I done

Remi's fingers twitched gently within her grasp, both seeking out her now unfeeling-skin but also recoiling in the aftermath of what she'd just done. "Yes." He mumbled in response to her first question, his lips feeling miles away as his senses slowly began to come back to him. It was good. Good in a way he had hoped for, but not expected, even after Sam. After all Sam was a man and Isla? Well Isla wasn't. He felt tingly from the blood loss, though as his eyes closed and he considered her question, all Remi could focus on was the pleasurable ripples that were quickly fading. His fingers clenched and unclenched as if stirring the blood in his arms would somehow be able to replicate Isla's touch, nah, her bite. "Yes." He said finally, unsteadily, though as he opened his pale gaze his eyes blazed with a heat that reflected in his cheeks and the flush creeping out of his shirt. Moving his fingers more gently this time pure to encourage his blood to continue circulating, Remi cleared his throat, sitting up slightly. "For work, my wrists might not be—" As he flexed his wrist the scab starting to form broke and a droplet of blood welled immediately to the surface. "—but somewhere else?" Not quite a plea, but despite how even now he wanted to force her teeth back against him, politeness stilled his tongue. "If you need more?" 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