the little prince

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Remi does open his mouth to answer, before clicking his teeth together with a mischievous smile as he's silenced.

Sitting upright on the bed, his legs dangling over the edge, Remi tries as nonchalantly as possible to sit on his hands, knowing precisely where they'll want to go once Isla begins. "It is, yeah." The alchemist agrees with a chuckle that's as nervous as it is relieved for the medic to have voiced the tension in the air. As she nears Remi tells himself to just be still. It helps now that her fingertips are slightly cold, helps even more the clinical way she tilts his head to the side as if this is nothing more than a simple exam, helps that there's no time to think because—

—Remi isn't even aware of the moan that starts as a growl low in his chest, or how he's let his chin rise to give the ascended more real estate to work with. One of his hands remains where he'd placed it, but unbidden the other has freed itself and is curling around the back of Isla's thigh, desperate to keep her close, greedy to pull her closer.