i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain
"No, they aren't. And I don't see it changing anytime soon." He admits with a chuckle. If anything Remi has gotten worse at verbally communicating, what with his attuned and emotional abilities and dreamscapes he can use to express himself.
'As if either of us would know.' The alchemist quips in return, his fingers reaching for the elbow she'd use to jab him to bring her closer. He's well aware she doesn't - can't - feel what he does, the slow uncertain burn low in his stomach or how her blue eyes sends a shiver down his spine, but it doesn't mean he can't reverberate his own feelings back into her. It isn't as scalding as his desire had been in the room, but even now, there's an ember that refuses to burn away.
'Well," Remi begins with a smile, one of his eyelids lowering as if he's about to wink, but he turns it into a side-eye instead as he removes his hands from her skin. "It would be weird if you didn't know what I was thinking when I looked at you." His eyes fall down her body and then back up again, as his brow raises. "Am I thinking of what I know is underneath?" Offering Isla a skeptical look, Remi eventually shrugs as if even he doesn't know the answer. 'Or not?'
"Walking by that door and remembering how it felt the break the lock with my hand if only to be with you in all the ways I never knew I wanted?" Remi softly shakes his head. "I'll never just be your friend, anymore Isla." Stretching out his fingertips again, brushing them over the back of her hands and up her wrists, the medic will feel the flush of his attraction for her. It's a feeling that promises to be patient most of the time, but harbours a tenacity that will, sooner or later, demand attention. "You know me better than anyone, I think." He adds softly, the colour of his emotion growing more golden. "And that was some of the best sex I've ever had. I can't pretend it didn't happen, and if that makes things weird..." Smiling down at her, the alchemist can only shrug. "So be it."
'As if either of us would know.' The alchemist quips in return, his fingers reaching for the elbow she'd use to jab him to bring her closer. He's well aware she doesn't - can't - feel what he does, the slow uncertain burn low in his stomach or how her blue eyes sends a shiver down his spine, but it doesn't mean he can't reverberate his own feelings back into her. It isn't as scalding as his desire had been in the room, but even now, there's an ember that refuses to burn away.
'Well," Remi begins with a smile, one of his eyelids lowering as if he's about to wink, but he turns it into a side-eye instead as he removes his hands from her skin. "It would be weird if you didn't know what I was thinking when I looked at you." His eyes fall down her body and then back up again, as his brow raises. "Am I thinking of what I know is underneath?" Offering Isla a skeptical look, Remi eventually shrugs as if even he doesn't know the answer. 'Or not?'
"Walking by that door and remembering how it felt the break the lock with my hand if only to be with you in all the ways I never knew I wanted?" Remi softly shakes his head. "I'll never just be your friend, anymore Isla." Stretching out his fingertips again, brushing them over the back of her hands and up her wrists, the medic will feel the flush of his attraction for her. It's a feeling that promises to be patient most of the time, but harbours a tenacity that will, sooner or later, demand attention. "You know me better than anyone, I think." He adds softly, the colour of his emotion growing more golden. "And that was some of the best sex I've ever had. I can't pretend it didn't happen, and if that makes things weird..." Smiling down at her, the alchemist can only shrug. "So be it."
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.
