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REMI

the lullaby

I don't know who I am,
& I don't know who I'll be

Thankfully Remi has stayed quite unconscious this entire time. Whether lost in fever-dreams or held asleep by his own treacherous magic he cannot say. All he knows is that there are ghosts with blue eyes calling his name. He tries to follow their calls as he once followed lantern-light into the Woods, but every step he takes brings with it the hollow sound of breaking bones.

Where has the rib bone gone? The one with which he was going to fashion himself a new friend? The one he was going to keep secret and hidden until it was restored and resplendent? He shivers, the wings sprouting from his back hold no muscle or feathers; they're merely skeletal fingers that stretch outwards, longingly. Suddenly heat screams from beneath his feet and the ground heaves mightily. He has been pushed. Betrayed. He has been—

—saved.

"FINN." Sitting bolt upright in bed, wings very much feathered and muscled shoot from his sides knocking aside anything in their path. The word is a scream and the Lullaby's eyes are wide with panic and confusion.

But there's a light up in the attic
and i swear it's calling me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!