beside my bed i keep a bottle of dreams
She takes his hand, and the alchemist very nearly loses his balance and tumbles onto the bed. He doesn't quite, having prepped himself for the ocean of emotions that reside within the Shield. Closing his eyes—not to block her out, but to more fully focus on what he's letting in—Remi strangles the gasp that pushes over his tongue and against his closed lips.
The things Remi feels in this strange rose-gold sea do not inspire jealousy, they don't make him upset or disappointed. Instead, he tugs at her hand that he might bring her against him so he can wrap his arms around her in a tight hug. "You're alright." He whispers softly against the top of her head. On Ronin's finger and against Amalia's ear, they'll both feel the steady beat of his heart, indicating that, despite the lack of words being just said now, that it's all alright.
With a magic stronger in this sense than the attuned bond, Remi reciprocates what it is he's just done for Amalia. His emotions bleed back against her, that she too might wordlessly understand what he's feeling. And, given his closeness to Ronin, a bit of what the Star is, as well. Not just sex, for it wasn't that between Shield and Star. That she was wanted seemed to Remi to be true enough, but the importance of the moment for Ronin hadn't been in the passion or the emotional attachments potentially created, but from having a friendship pure enough to allow for sex during such a tumultuous time. Not just sex, no. But it wasn't about the sex; the importance was all the things that made the sex possible. And as for all things Remi? The Shield would feel the Lullaby's almost frenetic need to leave. How there had been little time for preparation and almost none carved out for goodbyes. He needed to go so badly, to outrun whatever might trap him here for another season or year. But no sooner has he thought that then his emotions turn black and insidious. He harbours a secret, dark and murderous, and it claws its way to the back of his throat with claws and venom that it might force itself to be known. Immediately releasing Amalia with a jump, his heart rate spiking, the alchemist takes a step back and releases a shaky breath. Unable to meet her gaze, his eyes somewhere near the ground, Remi exhales sharply and vaguely shakes his head apologetically. "Sorry." He mumbles dully, unable to saying anything more for fear of what it might do.
"Uhm..lay down. On..the bed." Remi says in a voice that sounds to his ears confused and far away.
The things Remi feels in this strange rose-gold sea do not inspire jealousy, they don't make him upset or disappointed. Instead, he tugs at her hand that he might bring her against him so he can wrap his arms around her in a tight hug. "You're alright." He whispers softly against the top of her head. On Ronin's finger and against Amalia's ear, they'll both feel the steady beat of his heart, indicating that, despite the lack of words being just said now, that it's all alright.
With a magic stronger in this sense than the attuned bond, Remi reciprocates what it is he's just done for Amalia. His emotions bleed back against her, that she too might wordlessly understand what he's feeling. And, given his closeness to Ronin, a bit of what the Star is, as well. Not just sex, for it wasn't that between Shield and Star. That she was wanted seemed to Remi to be true enough, but the importance of the moment for Ronin hadn't been in the passion or the emotional attachments potentially created, but from having a friendship pure enough to allow for sex during such a tumultuous time. Not just sex, no. But it wasn't about the sex; the importance was all the things that made the sex possible. And as for all things Remi? The Shield would feel the Lullaby's almost frenetic need to leave. How there had been little time for preparation and almost none carved out for goodbyes. He needed to go so badly, to outrun whatever might trap him here for another season or year. But no sooner has he thought that then his emotions turn black and insidious. He harbours a secret, dark and murderous, and it claws its way to the back of his throat with claws and venom that it might force itself to be known. Immediately releasing Amalia with a jump, his heart rate spiking, the alchemist takes a step back and releases a shaky breath. Unable to meet her gaze, his eyes somewhere near the ground, Remi exhales sharply and vaguely shakes his head apologetically. "Sorry." He mumbles dully, unable to saying anything more for fear of what it might do.
"Uhm..lay down. On..the bed." Remi says in a voice that sounds to his ears confused and far away.
i wake up and i go back to sleep
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.
