All That Glitters

Remi gasped loudly, a sound comprised both of a moan of pleasure and a groan at having it suddenly taken away. His breath rasped loudly in his own ears as his eyes fluttered opened and he immediately withdrew his wrist. Drawing his knees to his chest, Remi touched his forehead gently with his un-bitten hand, his fingers trembling, as he tried to slow his heartbeat. It seemed impossible though, for there was far too much emotion in him now that it felt as though it would never slow. Anxiously he fluttered a hand to his curls, then looked distractedly at the wound on his wrist. Blinking at it stupidly, it occurred to him that Sam had said something. Glancing at the man seated across for him, lips red from his own blood, the alchemist nodded, his gaze distant and fogged with passion and confusion. In his hand a slip of cloth suddenly appeared, and gently he wound it around his wrist, watching with surprised pale eyes as two roses of blood bloomed through the pale fabric. For a moment he just watched them, expanding outwards as if calling to the dark and warm places inside of himself that still pulsed and raced and cried for more more more. "I—" Remi began, running his fingers against his chest as if expecting to physically feel his heart beating there. For a moment he looked across to Sam, an imploring sort of expression on his face. He wasn't sure what to feel, or what this meant, or how any of this was supposed to go. Yet he felt as though he was expected to lead. "I think I am alright." He said, swallowing and taking a breath. Rising, Remi gently extended a hand towards Sam, to help him stand. Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better