you trace my lines, stirring my soul
'Oh probably.' Remi hums thoughtfully, before peering down into the mist. " Or real jaguars.' He suggests with a cheeky smile that dimples just one of his cheeks.
Her admission has his fingers tensing against her arm, and it's a very careful breath that Remi forces himself to exhale. "Mm." He hums around a gulp, nodding stiffly as he very intentionally keeps his eyes off of her. "I agree. I can't even look at you for more than a second without remembering what it was like to kiss you." Remi says through lips suddenly gone quite dry. "I"m not trying to be rude." He mumbles, glancing down at her quickly.
"About the war...can I tell you something that you'll promise to keep to yourself? Despite being queen?" Honestly asked, he'd understand if the answer was no. The smart answer would probably be no.
Her admission has his fingers tensing against her arm, and it's a very careful breath that Remi forces himself to exhale. "Mm." He hums around a gulp, nodding stiffly as he very intentionally keeps his eyes off of her. "I agree. I can't even look at you for more than a second without remembering what it was like to kiss you." Remi says through lips suddenly gone quite dry. "I"m not trying to be rude." He mumbles, glancing down at her quickly.
"About the war...can I tell you something that you'll promise to keep to yourself? Despite being queen?" Honestly asked, he'd understand if the answer was no. The smart answer would probably be no.
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.
