I keep dancing on my own

The boyish ease of years of practice, Remi's smile reappeared as if from behind a cloud. Extending a hand meant for Melita should she take it, she'd find him an easy and willing dance partner; with hands warm and strong that were confident in their movements, but that unlike many other men, did not seek to caress or squeeze, wander or push boundaries. Instead he'd twirl her at her own whim, frolicking at her side whit each step. "Training?" The alchemist repeated, a look of feigned confusion on his face as he comically exaggerated the creasing of his brows, raising one higher than the other in the paradigm of one who has lost the plot. "Training...to see how long you can hold your breath? How fast you can grow your hair?" He asked with playful sincerity. "How many dragons you can control at once?" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times