you're living make believe

REMI

the alchemist

I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide

She parts faster from him than she normally does. Or perhaps it's merely the regular amount that she would bite anyone else; Remi's endurance makes it hard to know where the line is between necessity and danger. But for all of his intangible mental exhaustion, the colour his blood has given to her lips and his cheeks makes the burning infirmary and the culprit they are meant to be hiding from, seem a distant and unimportant thing.

"Am I..?' He wonders with a crooked smile as he leans up and forward, meaning to kiss the blood off of her lips. The weight of her against his lap has the muscles of his legs tensing as his body imagines all the things that normally follow from Isla's bite. Not even the sharp and sudden whistle of the kettle can compare to the toxins which have awakened his want of her, and given that the ascended don't sleep, Remi finds himself unworried that the sound might disturb the slumber of any of her neighbours.

That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!