you're living make believe

REMI

the alchemist

I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide

This, all of this, only further ties more knots into the strange tether that binds Remi to death. The taste of his own blood kissed back onto his lips does not make him recoil, but instead it encourages Remi to deepen their kiss. Her body against his, small though it might be, makes his toes curl; if kissing her wasn't so sweet, he might have pulled back already to pant out the ever-growing frustration building between his legs. "Well," Remi whispers as she noses playfully against him. "You have no idea the effect you have on me." He adds in a tone far less roguish.

Without her fangs in his neck, the whistling of the kettle has become a shade more piercing. Not wanting to part even for a second from Isla, Remi's grip around her tightens as he stands easily and makes his way into the kitchen. "Were it up to me...if the effects of the room were not so..much," His lips press against one of her collarbones as he reaches out with a freehand to push the kettle off the hot element. "-I would want you slowly. To sketch you with my hands and to take all the time in the world—" His hand has been resting near the kettle's surface, so when he places his palm against Isla's back, it's significantly warmer. "—to make you feel everything, and then some.." Looking up at her from beneath tousled curls and with a soft green stare, Remi's cheeks flush though his gaze doesn't waver.

That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!