Isla
Isla can imagine this moment in parallel, at a time when she could still feel, when she would be flushed and warm beneath his hands, when the hammering of his heart would be echoed in her own chest. And though her touch is still at a perfect temperature, though the mechanisms of her heart are a near silent whirring, the sensation pours from her in the fluttering emotions that beg and hope for Remi to close the gasp between them.
Never has she seen the alchemist like this; it is no secret that she finds him attractive, and has done ever since the night when she had first Ascended. And she's seen every part of him, in being part of him - but never this. The easy charm, the spinning of stories into stars and romantic tales of wonder and woe, the way he takes charge and yet doesn't... He speaks, and Isla's smile is a soft and delighted thing.
"I was really hoping you would say that," she admits in a breathy whisper, though one of her hands sweeps up and across his shoulder, as if to investigate the way he's suddenly shivering.
Still, without any knowledge of the Lullaby's struggles with his sexuality and her part in it, nothing exists to stop Isla from closing the gap between them. Still, her kiss is slow and tentative, the medic only barely pressing her lips against Remi's, like a bridge of magpies over a river of stars.
Never has she seen the alchemist like this; it is no secret that she finds him attractive, and has done ever since the night when she had first Ascended. And she's seen every part of him, in being part of him - but never this. The easy charm, the spinning of stories into stars and romantic tales of wonder and woe, the way he takes charge and yet doesn't... He speaks, and Isla's smile is a soft and delighted thing.
"I was really hoping you would say that," she admits in a breathy whisper, though one of her hands sweeps up and across his shoulder, as if to investigate the way he's suddenly shivering.
Still, without any knowledge of the Lullaby's struggles with his sexuality and her part in it, nothing exists to stop Isla from closing the gap between them. Still, her kiss is slow and tentative, the medic only barely pressing her lips against Remi's, like a bridge of magpies over a river of stars.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
