stand out, fit in

"Ohh well then. I shall make sure to get you an extra extravagant wedding present then." He said with a snort. And in fact, it probably did make Rex more hated. For all that he'd heard the sex-god say and do, when it came to the ascended, they all seemed to have a very clear viewpoint. With a laugh, Remi reached over, pinching one of Rex's wrists lightly as if to prove that indeed she felt no pain. He was about to ask whether or not that helped or hurt she and Bastien's sex life, before realizing that he very much did not want to know the answer. Based on what came next in their conversation, he was blissfully glad he'd kept his mouth shut so as not to appear even more horribly naive. "Right. Right." He said, scrunching his nose slightly. With all the pleasure a bite could bring, of course she'd experienced that with Bastien. Gods knew Remi had with Sam enough times, simply for the thrill of it. Her calling it a deep knowledge only flustered the boyish alchemist all the more, who shot the Penumbra a wry grin as he shook his head. "Not to my knowledge. It needs to be enough that you feel it. I know Sam said that he could almost...sense it in him. A little like your magic, I suppose. The shift feels a bit like that." A reservoir of power. A wellspring to draw on. Light within. They all thought of it differently, but the sensation was probably more or less the same. "Neck or wrist, what's your pleasure?" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times