erodes us in the rain

the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes

Though Delphia had been at the Festival of Lights in Torchline, the timing hadn't been right. It had been too immediate, too much. For however good parts of his encounter with Ludo had made him feel, there was certainly much to still shift through fro Remi; cleansed soul or not.

Eventually, though he did find his way into the Wildwood. It was a place he was welcome, or had been last time he'd checked. Like with his visits to find Ianto, the woods had a way of passing along the messages that needed to be making hours of wandering unnecessary. It might still take hours, but strolling through the woods wouldn't get him any closer to where he needed to be.

Sitting in the moss and fallen leaves, the alchemist closed his eyes. With a small burst of effort, he felt his soul leave his body. It was strange, to see himself sitting as if asleep, though the longer he waited, the more another magic took over, dissolving his corporeal body into shadows.

THE ALCHEMIST

but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in