the lullaby
And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
It didn't take Remi as long as one might have expected to realize what an idiot he had been, but it did take longer than it should have.
Though his wings were spread and he rose into the sky after parting from Isla, anyone watching would have quickly seen him begin to plummet before disappearing. Waking up next to Ronin, it took only a few muttered words for Remi to realize that the pain that throbbed behind his ribs and scored the back of his eyes was one of his own making. And, with any amount of grace at all from Isla, one he could fix as well. So with a kiss for the Star, an apology to Ianto (and a promise that yes, he would stop using the fox as a means of transport (he wouldn't, they both knew it)), Remi was headed back toward the Temple.
Breathless, flushed, his adrenaline singing in his bones such that his hands were shaking, Remi burst into the Temple. "Isla...!" He called in a voice tinged with bright anticipation and regret. Feeling the beat of his heart in his cheeks and near his ears it hammered so hard, Remi swallowed and stopped, head cocked to the side as if he might hear the nearly-silent medic.
"Isla?"
Instead of feeling weighty disapproval and selfish upset as he had before, now the alchemist was filled with an optimistic current of emotions that made it hard for him to stand still. So long as he could see her again, so long as he could tell her he was wrong—an idiot for everything he'd said and done—so long as he could make her understand that none of it mattered, so long as she stayed in his life, it would all be alright.
He could make it alright.
He had to.
Though his wings were spread and he rose into the sky after parting from Isla, anyone watching would have quickly seen him begin to plummet before disappearing. Waking up next to Ronin, it took only a few muttered words for Remi to realize that the pain that throbbed behind his ribs and scored the back of his eyes was one of his own making. And, with any amount of grace at all from Isla, one he could fix as well. So with a kiss for the Star, an apology to Ianto (and a promise that yes, he would stop using the fox as a means of transport (he wouldn't, they both knew it)), Remi was headed back toward the Temple.
Breathless, flushed, his adrenaline singing in his bones such that his hands were shaking, Remi burst into the Temple. "Isla...!" He called in a voice tinged with bright anticipation and regret. Feeling the beat of his heart in his cheeks and near his ears it hammered so hard, Remi swallowed and stopped, head cocked to the side as if he might hear the nearly-silent medic.
"Isla?"
Instead of feeling weighty disapproval and selfish upset as he had before, now the alchemist was filled with an optimistic current of emotions that made it hard for him to stand still. So long as he could see her again, so long as he could tell her he was wrong—an idiot for everything he'd said and done—so long as he could make her understand that none of it mattered, so long as she stayed in his life, it would all be alright.
He could make it alright.
He had to.
If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
