you trace my lines, stirring my soul
With a sharp inhale that has his entire body tensing, Remi squeezes his eyes against the onslaught of Isla's emotions while trying desperately to keep his hand relaxed in hers. The picnic basket shakes in his left hand, and it's only once he realizes that he doesn't have the strength anymore to pretend that he lets his eyes open and his tears fall.
With hardly any dexterity in his right hand, Remi clumsily tries to slip his fingers through Isla's and squeeze, though there's hardly any strength in the gesture. "I am too." He whispers, before laughing despite the tightness in his chest. "I think it is probably...what? 3 years? too late now?" Raising a brow before offering her an affectionate smile despite himself, Remi puts the basket down and kneels by it, reluctantly pulling his hand from Isla's that he might grab the bottle of gin. Glancing up at her, the Lullaby pauses. "Did..you want to sit?"
With hardly any dexterity in his right hand, Remi clumsily tries to slip his fingers through Isla's and squeeze, though there's hardly any strength in the gesture. "I am too." He whispers, before laughing despite the tightness in his chest. "I think it is probably...what? 3 years? too late now?" Raising a brow before offering her an affectionate smile despite himself, Remi puts the basket down and kneels by it, reluctantly pulling his hand from Isla's that he might grab the bottle of gin. Glancing up at her, the Lullaby pauses. "Did..you want to sit?"
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
