you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"I bet I can crush him with just one hand, now." Remi adds, unable and unwilling to stop the mischief in his voice. "But maybe not with this one." He says of his right hand, grinning at her.
With a brow raised as if waiting on pins and needles for her reaction (though he is, a bit), Remi chuckles and shrugs helplessly. "I can stop complimenting you if you like. Say something about how I know you've lost your taste because of how you're dressing these days, or something." The mention of the Northaven war has Remi exhaling with feigned thoughtfulness. "Ahh yes. The site of you bloody, running back and forth across the battlefield. No, that absolutely wouldn't be something I'd like." Furrowing his eyebrows at her, Remi finds himself suddenly blushing and feeling very self-conscious.
Dropping the illusion and wondering how it was possible to go from teary to vaguely turned on in such a short amount of time, Remi pulls in a deep breath and reclines slightly on the arm not wrapped around Isla's shoulders. "Well...I don't know what else to say other than that yes, there is obvious sexual tension between us, and gods but if it isn't hard to look at you now without.." Realizing what he was about to say, Remi suddenly frowns and clears his throat.
With a brow raised as if waiting on pins and needles for her reaction (though he is, a bit), Remi chuckles and shrugs helplessly. "I can stop complimenting you if you like. Say something about how I know you've lost your taste because of how you're dressing these days, or something." The mention of the Northaven war has Remi exhaling with feigned thoughtfulness. "Ahh yes. The site of you bloody, running back and forth across the battlefield. No, that absolutely wouldn't be something I'd like." Furrowing his eyebrows at her, Remi finds himself suddenly blushing and feeling very self-conscious.
Dropping the illusion and wondering how it was possible to go from teary to vaguely turned on in such a short amount of time, Remi pulls in a deep breath and reclines slightly on the arm not wrapped around Isla's shoulders. "Well...I don't know what else to say other than that yes, there is obvious sexual tension between us, and gods but if it isn't hard to look at you now without.." Realizing what he was about to say, Remi suddenly frowns and clears his throat.
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.
