A quick detour for furtum_est_vita
When he removes his fingers from her forhead they are sitting in a quaint alleyway cafe in the heart of Venice. The sunlight was peaking over the edges of the tall builings onto the ornate cobblestones below as sightseers and locals went on their way, not noticing the appearance of two people out of thin air. Remiel now sporting his rose-coloured aviators was already perusing the italian menu just like popping in and out of reality to differnt parts of the globe was just a normal day.