the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
Remi stops as Finn does, softly and thoughtfully watching his near-twin. He has no idea what or how it is the glasses change Finn's vision, only that he's quite certain that they do. What he isn't sure about is whether or not the visuals are dampened by the glasses, or heightened. When is Finn 'normal': with, or without the glasses?
"Sanity is overrated." Remi says with a gruff laugh, feeling the oddest inclination to wrap Finn up in a tight hug. He does nothing of the sort of course, merely creating a feather between his fingers and spinning it idly. "Besides, one man's crazy is another's gift from the gods." This is said with a flat tone and after a moment or two Remi huffs out a bit of a grumble at himself for saying something so bland.
"What...do you see, Finn?" It is a question he isn't supposed to ask. They've been dancing around the subject for a while now, more or less pretending that the glasses don't exist save for their aesthetic departure from the look they both share. But now, in the wild stillness of the Woods, Remi turns towards his counterpart with a softly wondering look on his face. It's a look that makes him look young and harmless, though they both know him to be anything but.
"Sanity is overrated." Remi says with a gruff laugh, feeling the oddest inclination to wrap Finn up in a tight hug. He does nothing of the sort of course, merely creating a feather between his fingers and spinning it idly. "Besides, one man's crazy is another's gift from the gods." This is said with a flat tone and after a moment or two Remi huffs out a bit of a grumble at himself for saying something so bland.
"What...do you see, Finn?" It is a question he isn't supposed to ask. They've been dancing around the subject for a while now, more or less pretending that the glasses don't exist save for their aesthetic departure from the look they both share. But now, in the wild stillness of the Woods, Remi turns towards his counterpart with a softly wondering look on his face. It's a look that makes him look young and harmless, though they both know him to be anything but.
THE ALCHEMIST
but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in
& the saints go marching in
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.
