[SE] and down we go

oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile

Suddenly quite pale, his skin threatening to become clammy with sweat, Remi uses Ronin to steady himself until he can properly brace against a nearby wall. With both hands in front of him and his head beneath his shoulders as if he was going to vomit, Remi squeezes his eyes closed and tries to breathe deeply.

I just realized where we are. He mumbles silently, the words all the more thickly accented for this sudden and surprising aversion to blue silk. The uhm...inside I saw... Remi's thoughts are garbled pulses of whorehouses, a stabbed man bleeding out. Finn as a child, and then Remi as one. They feed each other bread. All throughout is the flutter of blue silk and Finn's bare chest, and eventually it's all too much. The meat pushes through Remi's teeth for an encore, and is deposited only half-chewed on the cobblestones.

Breathing heavily, but feeling better for having vomited (itsn't that always the way), Remi wipes at his mouth with the sleeve of his too-grand jacket, and lets his back heavily fall against the side of the building. "Sorry." He mumbles, chest heaving beneath the shiny double-buttons on his jacket.

The Lullaby