this is the start, even if we don't know where we are
"In necklines and in flight." The alchemist agreed with a wicked smile. Holding Rex's hands softly, Remi gives the bride-to-be a conspiratorial grin before pretending to look absolutely outraged and shocked. "Why Rex. You expect me to believe a former queen and a proper artist would behave so?" His shit-eating-grin indicated that yes, yes he very much believed that it had probably happened. "Well it is not as if you would feel the cold anyways." Remi hummed thoughtfully.
"Me?" Pausing and brushing away an errant strand of dark hair having fallen across her strikingly blue gaze, Remi tilts his head softly to the side. What he had to do with setting up the artist and the queen he had no idea. "Mmm, indeed." He grins, parting the cloth ever so slightly as if indicating where more cleavage might be revealed. Glancing up abruptly at Lily, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip with a sad sigh. Glancing between the entertainer and the Launceleyn, Remi held his tongue and averted his eyes knowing that it wasn't Lily's fault at all, and not wanting to make more of her outburst than it was.
"You wore gold to my wedding and it looked...breathtaking." Remi said with a sympathetic smile, trying to gloss over what had just happened. "What if—" With a twitch of his fingers, fabric appeared and molded. Vines and leaves danced upwards, and if the neckline couldn't plunge then something needed to, and so the back of the dress entirely fell away on the mannequin. Wanting to emphasize without detracting, Remi opted for lace to mirror the snow and leaving it fairly plain (Lily was on jewlerly duty after all), but mostly because Rex's beauty would far outshine anything he could create, and so there was no point at all in trying to compete. "If nothing else, lace is fairly easy to rip off.." Remi whispered against Rex's ear, laughing with a boyish wickedness.
"Me?" Pausing and brushing away an errant strand of dark hair having fallen across her strikingly blue gaze, Remi tilts his head softly to the side. What he had to do with setting up the artist and the queen he had no idea. "Mmm, indeed." He grins, parting the cloth ever so slightly as if indicating where more cleavage might be revealed. Glancing up abruptly at Lily, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip with a sad sigh. Glancing between the entertainer and the Launceleyn, Remi held his tongue and averted his eyes knowing that it wasn't Lily's fault at all, and not wanting to make more of her outburst than it was.
"You wore gold to my wedding and it looked...breathtaking." Remi said with a sympathetic smile, trying to gloss over what had just happened. "What if—" With a twitch of his fingers, fabric appeared and molded. Vines and leaves danced upwards, and if the neckline couldn't plunge then something needed to, and so the back of the dress entirely fell away on the mannequin. Wanting to emphasize without detracting, Remi opted for lace to mirror the snow and leaving it fairly plain (Lily was on jewlerly duty after all), but mostly because Rex's beauty would far outshine anything he could create, and so there was no point at all in trying to compete. "If nothing else, lace is fairly easy to rip off.." Remi whispered against Rex's ear, laughing with a boyish wickedness.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
