but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
As she places her hand against his neck, the part of him that has come to associate that movement with a rush of chemicals shivers with anticipation. "I think you'll do enough tempting fate for the both of us, with LongNight coming up.." The words are out before he realizes what he's said. Isla's track record with LongNight is bloody and brutal, and it only just hits him now that there is a real possibility she'll not survive this one. "Well, there's
no saying no to you." Remi says with a shaky smile.
Blinking in slight boyish surprise to hear her take a different perspective, Remi nods thoughtfully, wondering if such a thing was possible. Surely the Voice would be open to the idea of the ascended not killing those they drank from? Then again what he and Isla were doing went above and beyond a mere transfer of power.
"Well, I'm to blame for a lifetime to making you feel not human." He says looking down at her with a smile that's as sad as it is gentle. "Anything to make you feel how you want." Remi vows, the heat in his belly flaring to punctuate this willingness.
Clearing his throat and looking down, it's with bloody hands that the alchemist buttons up his pants, his jaw feathering with tension born both out of embarrassment as much as from selfish disappointment. With that done, his wings unfurl around them that Isla might lead the way to the clinic.
no saying no to you." Remi says with a shaky smile.
Blinking in slight boyish surprise to hear her take a different perspective, Remi nods thoughtfully, wondering if such a thing was possible. Surely the Voice would be open to the idea of the ascended not killing those they drank from? Then again what he and Isla were doing went above and beyond a mere transfer of power.
"Well, I'm to blame for a lifetime to making you feel not human." He says looking down at her with a smile that's as sad as it is gentle. "Anything to make you feel how you want." Remi vows, the heat in his belly flaring to punctuate this willingness.
Clearing his throat and looking down, it's with bloody hands that the alchemist buttons up his pants, his jaw feathering with tension born both out of embarrassment as much as from selfish disappointment. With that done, his wings unfurl around them that Isla might lead the way to the clinic.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
