lay your whisper on my pillow

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

"...so, will you help me?"

It wasn't luck that had brought the demi-goddess to him so quickly of course. The spirits around—spirits who he could now feel the ebb and flow of but could not see—had whispered his presence and she'd shown up readily enough. It seemed hardly to matter that it was in the twilight hours, for Delphia didn't look groggy or just-pulled from sleep.

That was for the best perhaps, as the Alchemist explained the Ludo had appeared to him, had given him a name and a deadline, and then disappeared. Delphia's assistance had been all but taken as a given by the herald, but Remi wouldn't assume; he'd made an ass out of himself and those around him often enough he felt no need to repeat such mistakes.

"If you watch over my body here I believe...I can have her come here, where I can.." Pausing, the Alchemist swallowed. If he was going to be a demi-god of death or whatever nonsense he was labeled as, he ought to be able to say the words at the very least. "..kill her. Then you'll be able to take her soul."

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around