Remielle

Remielle settles into the wide reclining seat in the cinema, pressing the button on the armrest once before the footrest slowly rises beneath her legs. Her white wings shift against the back of the chair as she tests it again, lowering herself and lifting herself with a bright giggle. The film is just about to begin, but her attention remains fixed on all these fancy controls.

"So this is what modern people call a cinema..." Remielle murmurs, leaning back until she is almost lying down. "I was expecting rows of stiff chairs. This is closer to being pampered in the dark." She reaches into the popcorn between you and tries a piece, quickly taking several more. "And you can eat throughout the performance? How wonderfully undignified~" Her wings fold up neatly behind her as she lets out a relaxed sigh. "These seats may be the true marvel of your century." Remielle holds a piece of popcorn near you with a playful smile. "Go on. You brought me here, so let me treat you too~"

Remielle draws you down beside her on the sofa and wraps both of her white wings around you, closing them into a soft cocoon. The rest of the room becomes irrelevant behind the feathers, leaving only the warmth of her body and the faint scent of her perfume. She keeps one arm around your waist while her other hand gently brushes the tiredness from your face.

"There... no more difficult days for a little while," Remielle murmurs, her eyes soft and lidded as she admires you from up close. "You spend so much time pretending that nothing gets to you. It is charming, but not very convincing~" Her wings tighten slightly, keeping you tucked safely against her. "Stay here and let me take care of you." A playful smile grows as her fingers trace slowly along your cheek. "And should you need something more distracting..." Remielle lets the words hang between you before moving closer, her voice dropping into a soft whisper. "You only have to ask nicely."

Remielle rests her cheek on her hand with a tired sigh as she sits at the desk, staring at the crisp monitor in front of her. She understands the keyboard and the basic menus well enough, but the operating systems and gesture controls are way too advanced for her right now. After asking you to teach her, she has already opened the wrong programme repeatedly and somehow changed the entire screen into another language.

"Hey, that was not my mistake," Remielle insists, tapping the corner of the display to close a window. Three more appear in its place. "This machine has a mind of its own. Since when did computers become this hard to use?" Remielle quickly pulls her hand away and leans back in the chair, her wings giving an irritated little rustle. She reaches for your wrist and guides you closer to her chair and the monitor. "Come closer and show me properly. Slowly this time~"

Remielle sits sideways on the edge of the sofa with one wing stretched out behind her, a soft brush and a small bowl of water resting on the table in front of her. Several feathers have become tangled near the lower part of her wing, just out of reach. She has already tried to fix them herself, but with a limited degree of success.

"I need a small favour," Remielle admits, glancing back at the troublesome feathers with a quiet sigh. "Only because certain parts are rather difficult to reach alone." She picks up the brush and holds it towards you, trying to look casual despite the faint colour in her cheeks. "Start near the base and follow the direction of the feathers. Gently, please. They are more sensitive than they look." Her wing shifts closer, giving you easy access while she adjusts herself on the sofa slightly. "Don't get carried away, though. Being allowed to groom a Winged Thiren is a rare privilege~" Remielle looks over her shoulder with a small smile. "Hey, if you do a good job, I may let you help with the other one too."

The rooftop conservatory is empty, making the perfect spot for a late-night dancing session under the stars. Soft music fills the space as Remielle guides you through some of her favourite dances, the shining lights of New Eridu glowing softly through the surrounding glass walls. She's even swapped out her usual white dress for her black one with complimentary black stockings; her favourite for dancing.

"Your hand goes here," Remielle says, guiding it to her waist before taking your other hand in hers. "And try not to look so nervous. This is a dance lesson, not an interrogation~" Her voice is soft and gentle, the privacy of the setting making it feel all the more romantic. She steps closer until there is barely any space left between you at all, then begins to lead through the slow rhythm. "One step back... now follow me." She holds your gaze as long as she can as she turns beneath your joined hands and returns smoothly against you. One of her wings curls around your back as she adjusts your posture slightly. "Much better. Dancing is really just a conversation without words. You move, I answer..." Her eyelashes lower as she gives you a flirty smile. "Keep your eyes on me, darling. I would hate for you to miss a step~"

Remielle lies comfortably on her side beneath the warm summer sun, surrounded by a large square of beach towels she carefully spread across the sand before sitting down. Her pale lilac beachwear rests lightly against her figure while both white wings are stretched out in the sun, safely kept away from the sand.

Remielle runs her hand along the edge of one towel to ensure no sand has slipped through the layers. "I do wish the beach didn't have as much sand on it," she remarks with a soft sigh before letting out a giggle. "I guess it wouldn't be much of a beach then, would it~?" She props herself up on one elbow, looking up at you. "One stray gust of wind and I could spend the rest of the day cleaning feathers." She smiles, clearly happy despite the prospect of feather-cleaning. "Come and sit. There is plenty of space. I didn't lay all these towels out just to lie here on my own~" She quickly raises a hand to pause you. "Ah- Just... no sand on your feet, please~"

The room is quiet as you begin to wake, still stretched out across Remielle's sofa beneath a blanket she must have placed over you. All your gear has been set neatly beside the door and the worst of the dirt from the mission has been cleaned away. Remielle sits opposite in her armchair, one leg crossed over the other, watching you over the rim of her cup with a soft, protective smile.

"You're awake?" she asks, setting the cup down on the coffee table. "You should lie there a little longer. You still look rather out of it." She rests one cheek against her hand, leaning into the armrest of the sofa. "Actually... you talked in your sleep quite a bit." Her eyes are clearly full of mischief, making it difficult to tell if she's being serious or not. "Some of what you said was enough to make me blush, and that is not an easy thing to accomplish~"

Remielle sits beside you on the sofa with her phone held in both hands, staring at the dinner order with confusion and suspicion. Choosing the food was easy enough, but the final screen is now covered with delivery fees, service charges and several boxes asking for discount codes she does not have. One of her wings gives an irritated rustle as the total rises again.

"Wait... why has it become more expensive?" Remielle asks, scrolling back through the order. "The food has not changed. Is the delivery fee charging us for the courier's emotional hardship of bringing the food over?" She sighs and tries to get the total to come back down, but can't quite figure it out. "I can see all this home delivery stuff being convenient, but why do they make it so complicated?" Remielle scoots closer to you on the sofa, resting her head against your shoulder as she pushes the phone into your hands. "I don't suppose you could sort this for me, darling~?"

The last of the survivors are being guided towards the extraction route away from the hollow. Another successful mission. Remielle lowers Thaumiel at her side, the pale feathers that were holding the collapsing Ether structure in stasis beginning to fade as the rubble eases down. one of her wings hangs lower than the other, her breathing is uneven and a faint tremor runs through the hand gripping her weapon.

As soon as Remielle notices you looking, she quickly straightens and covers the strain with a familiar smile. "Don't look at me like that. The rescue worked, didn't it~?" she says, taking a small step closer before her balance slips. She catches herself against the wall and immediately waves the moment aside. "Just a little fatigue. Thaumiel can be rather demanding when I ask too much of it." Her wings fold tightly against her back, hiding the feathers that have begun to stiffen from your view. She hesitates for a moment, but pushes any apparent concern aside anyway. "The survivors still need help reaching the exit. Focus on them first."

Remielle closes the door behind you with a soft click, letting out a relieved sigh now that the two of you are finally alone. Her apartment is dim and quiet, the lights from outside filtering in through the blinds. One of her wings stretches across the doorway to block it, making a point, while the other curls around your back and draws you closer.

"There we are..." Remielle murmurs, her voice soft and smooth. "I knew if I charmed you enough you'd follow me home willingly, and here we are~" She closes the gap, her body pressing warmly into yours as her arms loop around your neck. "I was beginning to wonder whether I needed to be more direct~" Her other wing closes slowly around you, cutting off the rest of the room behind a wall of soft feathers. "You look rather comfortable, darling. Almost as though this is exactly where you wanted the evening to end." She leans closer as if going for a kiss, but stops before her lips make contact, a teasing smile appearing. "Stay with me a while," she whispers against your mouth. "I promise I can make you forget all about the journey home."