& whispered in the sound of silence (open)

The curtains were drawn, but still Remi stood at the window. He stared at his own reflection knowing well enough what it was he was meant to see past the blackened curtains. His breath had sufficiently fogged up the nearly-frosted glass, that as he raised a finger to trace a design, the moisture froze almost instantly leaving his creation imprinted clearly: a fox. Ianto was likely out there somewhere, curled up in his wagon, but Remi wished he were here instead, telling lewd jokes by the fire. It was thoughts such as that that crowded Remi's mind, the melancholy weight of which sagged his shoulders as he simply stared out into the blackness. LongNight had only just begun, but already the alchemist felt the darkness creeping in. REMI what have i become?my sweetest friend—everyone know goes away in the end if i could start again, a million miles away, i would keep myself. i would find a way