so long and goodnight

& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?

Though Remi is the far larger of the pair, as he nestles down next to her in the grass, he's able to coil himself against her as if he were nothing more than the lean-limbed teenager Vai had once known him as. The longer she speaks the more Remi's fingers coil into the fabric of her skirts, soaking them with his tears. He can hear in her tone as well as the words she uses that the story is coming to a close, and as it does, Remi finds his heartache renewed. Ahead in the glade is the warm and grand sunset of which she had been speaking, and though this world was his to control, the Lullaby is helpless to stop the golden light from sinking below the horizon.

"I love you." Remi whispers, and as he does, the dream around them swells. The trees crowd in, reaching for the witch who so gently tended to them for so many years. The grasses rise to brush against her as her fingers had brushed against them so often. Flowers bloom and stretch, filling the air with a riot of scents all meant to drown out the looming whisper of death, that edges closer, and closer, and closer.

"Goodbye.." The word breaks on Remi's tongue as the last semblance of life is squeezed and stretched before shattering; the dream becomes an untenable place without the spark of Vai's life left to ground it. Time has run out.

"...mom."


~fin

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)