but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
Remi feels bad for ruining something of hers, but immortal and possessing of ungodly strength though he might be, he does not heal any faster than anyone else. Smiling sheepishly, he presses it against his neck, and almost instantly the fabric blooms red. "Well..." It didn't not used to be this way. But certainly not quite like this. ".. a lot has changed since then." Remi had grown into someone more comfortable and exploratory in his sexuality, and Isla had been a part of him.
"I don't.." Remi's brows come together as he considers this, the muscles of his wings stiffening slightly, before twinning all the more completely around them. "I think probably you could." He says after a moment, with a small smile as if there's something dangerously beautiful about that fact.
"..ahh, sorry." The alchemist says at last, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shifts his hips back and stands slightly taller that his erection might not be pressed so prominently against her. "I wonder if there's a way to make it not feel like anything." He wonders, saying it only because it feels like he should want something like that.
"I don't.." Remi's brows come together as he considers this, the muscles of his wings stiffening slightly, before twinning all the more completely around them. "I think probably you could." He says after a moment, with a small smile as if there's something dangerously beautiful about that fact.
"..ahh, sorry." The alchemist says at last, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shifts his hips back and stands slightly taller that his erection might not be pressed so prominently against her. "I wonder if there's a way to make it not feel like anything." He wonders, saying it only because it feels like he should want something like that.
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.
