drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

It took an excruciatingly long time, but once it was over, Remi would reflect that it had gone by so quickly. All the things they pair might have said, might have done, the ways in which their friendship might have been salvaged...and yet as soon as the water dropped enough, Remi was up without a word.

He didn't look back at Sam. There would be no fleeting glances just now, no weighty silences and lingering looks that neither could break and yet within which so much was communicated. There was only hurt and anger in Remi's chest, and for the first time, he wasn't understanding. He wasn't forgiving. He was petty and jealous and wounded in a way he'd not let the other man try and help heal.

Disappearing as a bird that he might not have to remain in Sam's proximity any longer than was strictly necessary, when Remi eventually emerged from the fingers, it was straight into the sky he flew himself. Flying higher and higher until he was no more than a blip against the clouds, where the air was thin and flight was difficult. There he stayed for several hours, not wanting to come back down.

~FIN

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