& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
'We will always have to lie about some things." Remi replies with the sort of sadness that comes from being realistic. Considering Finn's words as the fingers of his good hand softly pinch the stem of his wine glass, the Lullaby bites the inside of his cheek to catch the words that want to race by his tongue so that he can replace them with others. "Then maybe it is time to stop being sorry, and start being different." So it is that Remi pulls his hand back into his lap without tasting the wine.
Remi's eyelashes shiver as if having heard something very loud; such instincts even a man as strong as the alchemist is helpless to deny. "I would not ask you to." A grinding sound of teeth grates with a low hum, strong enough to cause some of the silverware to vibrate. Looking up into the trees, deadly but not as beautiful as Remi might once have thought them to be, the alchemist stares for just a moment before his eyes close. The bark of the trees gnarls and twists, glistening like sweat-soaked skin before turning to ash. Formless the trees fall as the sigh of sediment dulls the shine of canines and incisors that would otherwise glisten up at them. The petals are the last to fall, descending in a pristmatic array before being reduced to the nothing colour of old rainwater.
"You should hang the dreamcatcher."
Remi's eyelashes shiver as if having heard something very loud; such instincts even a man as strong as the alchemist is helpless to deny. "I would not ask you to." A grinding sound of teeth grates with a low hum, strong enough to cause some of the silverware to vibrate. Looking up into the trees, deadly but not as beautiful as Remi might once have thought them to be, the alchemist stares for just a moment before his eyes close. The bark of the trees gnarls and twists, glistening like sweat-soaked skin before turning to ash. Formless the trees fall as the sigh of sediment dulls the shine of canines and incisors that would otherwise glisten up at them. The petals are the last to fall, descending in a pristmatic array before being reduced to the nothing colour of old rainwater.
"You should hang the dreamcatcher."
the lullaby
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.
