the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
I will speak to Finn, Remi had said, and at the time it seemed so very simple. Their last encounter had been entirely uneventful if not downright pleasant. But that had been the world of dreams, and now standing on Finn's doorstep Remi had absolutely no idea what to expect without past iterations of himself to serve as distractions. Looking at the cheerful wreath upon the door with no small amount of skepticism, Remi clears his throat and holds up a fist (presumably to know on the door), before thinking better of it. Stuffing his hand into his pocket, the alchemist turns away, makes it down one step, before shaking his head and turning back towards the door.
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, his fingers curl into a decidedly Italian shape as he soundlessly tries to convince himself of something—a losing battle if the disgruntled look on his face is anything to go by—before his shoulders hunch and he turns away.
For good this time, or...it would have been, had doing so not brought him face to face with his blue-eyed twin.
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, his fingers curl into a decidedly Italian shape as he soundlessly tries to convince himself of something—a losing battle if the disgruntled look on his face is anything to go by—before his shoulders hunch and he turns away.
For good this time, or...it would have been, had doing so not brought him face to face with his blue-eyed twin.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
