I Make It Hot (Hannibal)

❝ I DON'T

WANNA BE IN LOVE ALONE

WANNA GIVE YOU MY HEART BUT YOU

CAN'T BE PLAYIN' CAUSE I DON'T

WANNA BE IN LOVE ALONE — ! ❞

Dim lights and the faint fragrance of flowers and spices hung in the air. The music playing from the stage seemed especially eerie and somewhat mystical when combined with the hissing and rattling tails of more snakes than anyone in the audience could keep track of. They stood, raising their beautiful heads in the air with the sheer strength of their long, sleek bodies and swayed to the rhythm of the sound. The performance was known more for the Remy's exotic style of dance rather than the various poisonous snakes, but they helped add to the almost surreal vibes the entire show brought on. They way they gathered around him as his slim, muscled body moved smoothly to the sound of the music made it seem almost as though the snakes, too, were coming to admire the dancing of their master. He coaxed one of the beautiful reptiles up his body and gave it a kiss, making the audience gasp in surprise, and his eyes scanned the people watching, looking for a familiar face...

Remus sighed as he walked off the stage, his act was finished and all he really wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lie down. He was dressed much like an Arabian belly-dancer, a lot of skin exposed. Although he'd been showing himself off for more years than he could count, he still hadn't developed a complete comfort about showing the scales on his back and it still felt a little odd to leave them exposed. Thankfully nobody really seemed to mind the sight of them, but he felt as though he was letting everyone see his weakest spot.

Picking up a towel from the small table backstage, Remus began to rub himself down. The stage had been pretty hot, what with all those candles, and he didn't like to leave himself sweaty, though thankfully he only ever seemed to smell of flowers after getting onstage.