lay your whisper on my pillow

REMI

if you're not going to swim deep with me

Trotting into the wood away from Delphia, wings pinned against his sides and tail curled up over his back waiting to sting, the Alchemist could feel the familiar thrill of the hunt rising up through his loins and shooting through his body. It was difficult to reconcile, the pleasure derived from the thought of killing, and yet it was undeniably present.

I never did get the chance to fight you during the Cloister of Trials... He thought into the darkness, hoping he might bait her into replying so that he could better deduce where she was.

get out of my waters

Coding base by Sky!