maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
The sound of Locke stirring has the alchemist tensing, frozen in place. Not unlike how a predators might, Remi's eyes grow dark as his pupils expand, his eyes tracking the movement he hears on the other side of the curtain. The muscles on his side twitch as wide tawny wings sprout from his shoulder blades. The posture is entirely aggressive despite the situation, and it's only as Locke' snoozily mumbles a goodbye that Remi's wings drop slightly.
Her laughter against his chest just has him exhaling as he shakes his head. Had Locke heard, and took his cue? Had he been awake the whole time? Was it something Maeve did? Pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turning his attention back to her, Remi snorts a tentatively amused sound. "Well it isn't as though you've made it difficult." He murmurs.
Whereas the new-Madame's fingers might have felt featherlight, Remi's infact are featherlight. His fingertips dip beneath the material of her robe where it parts just above her navel. However instead of skin, she'll feel the delicate brush of actual feathers as his hands roam up the curve of her back, releasing the wrap of the robe from around her hips. Keeping his eyes upon hers, it is with actual fingers and their associated pressure that he'll map out the curve of her collarbones that he might remove the silken garment altogether.
Her laughter against his chest just has him exhaling as he shakes his head. Had Locke heard, and took his cue? Had he been awake the whole time? Was it something Maeve did? Pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turning his attention back to her, Remi snorts a tentatively amused sound. "Well it isn't as though you've made it difficult." He murmurs.
Whereas the new-Madame's fingers might have felt featherlight, Remi's infact are featherlight. His fingertips dip beneath the material of her robe where it parts just above her navel. However instead of skin, she'll feel the delicate brush of actual feathers as his hands roam up the curve of her back, releasing the wrap of the robe from around her hips. Keeping his eyes upon hers, it is with actual fingers and their associated pressure that he'll map out the curve of her collarbones that he might remove the silken garment altogether.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
