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REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

Remi's lips rise at the edges. He wants to smile, but the emotion behind it just isn't there. Still, his fingers pulse against hers and he tries his best to ignore the sensations that dance from her fingertips. He can sense easily her genuine concern, her affection for the flood, but past that, he tries not to delve too deeply. There is more than what she's letting on, which isn't surprising, but it also isn't his place to steal the feelings from her. It's a relief as the contact breaks, and the alchemist finds himself lacing his fingers together in an effort to keep them occupied.

"Thank you. For the tea, and the offer." He reaches for his teacup, happy to have something to wrap his hands around. "Speaking of sleeping..." Remi says a touch wryly. "I...was hoping to ask a favour of you. I hope it is small and easily done, but.." The alchemist shrugs. For their brief moment of intimacy, Remi really doesn't know all that much about Maeve. It's possible what he is about to ask will be something she won't agree to.

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

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