i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
"No, don't stop—" Remi pleads, the words coming not from his conscious mind, but from the deepest depths of him; places that feel pockmarked and scorched by heat and need. The alchemist doesn't even register that he's said anything, so loud is the sensation of his hands on her and the delicious pressure that builds as she anchors herself against him, locked between his desire and the wall behind her. He wants to be inside of her, to slide his hot skin against hers and dare it to remain perfectly luke-warm. The challenge ignites and destroys any semblance of rationality, and as he grinds his hips forward, Remi is positive that in this moment, he has the power to manifest the ability to destroy their clothes and all that stands between them through sheer willpower alone.
And then, like a tide ebbing back out to the sea, Remi is suddenly cold. Passion gives way to a dark emptiness as the flood of chemicals is abruptly cut off. Blinking uncertainly, the alchemist is suddenly shockingly aware that he's no longer sitting on the bed, that Isla is in his arms, and that his fingertips are jagged with claws that intended to strip her naked. The rosiness of his blush fills in the lines on his face, making him look youthful and boyish in his embarrassment and surprise.
"I"m so sorry—" The words are shaky, the arms around the ascended now straining to be gentle instead of demanding and desperate. "—I didn't mean to—" Retreating a step or two (and nearly tripping over something in the process), Remi will gently lower Isla back to the ground.
And then, like a tide ebbing back out to the sea, Remi is suddenly cold. Passion gives way to a dark emptiness as the flood of chemicals is abruptly cut off. Blinking uncertainly, the alchemist is suddenly shockingly aware that he's no longer sitting on the bed, that Isla is in his arms, and that his fingertips are jagged with claws that intended to strip her naked. The rosiness of his blush fills in the lines on his face, making him look youthful and boyish in his embarrassment and surprise.
"I"m so sorry—" The words are shaky, the arms around the ascended now straining to be gentle instead of demanding and desperate. "—I didn't mean to—" Retreating a step or two (and nearly tripping over something in the process), Remi will gently lower Isla back to the ground.
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.
