maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"It seems like most of you were dealt the same hand." The alchemist replies with a sober smile. While there were many who had reclaimed their sexuality and their power, rarely did one hear origin stories from a brothel-worker that didn't begin with some sort of trauma.
As her hands press against his cheeks, his magic spills into her and the quiet thrill of dominance that laps against the shores of her soul is echoed back into him. It isn't a surprising feeling all things considered, though certain parts of himself are less happy about it than others. She has control only because he lets her, and though Remi is able to keep his predatory instincts under control, feathers break through his curls here and there. "I...think so?" He replies, his confusion evident in the way his green eyes narrow, staring into her eyes that don't at all mirror his boyish naivety.
As her hands press against his cheeks, his magic spills into her and the quiet thrill of dominance that laps against the shores of her soul is echoed back into him. It isn't a surprising feeling all things considered, though certain parts of himself are less happy about it than others. She has control only because he lets her, and though Remi is able to keep his predatory instincts under control, feathers break through his curls here and there. "I...think so?" He replies, his confusion evident in the way his green eyes narrow, staring into her eyes that don't at all mirror his boyish naivety.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
