and it rains, and rains, and rains

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

"Bigger than a manta." The Alchemist breathes. Sometimes his shaky-rage closely resembles his inability to focus during focus. His eyes stop being able to focus, his fingers clench, and all willpower disappears. This is that same sort of short-breathed agitation, only with a much more deadly list of requirements for satisfaction. "Not enough flesh on a ghost whale." Remi says with a dark chuckle, the edges of his teeth already becoming slightly pointed.

Remi growls at that, though likely he isn't even aware he's doing it. He hates how the goddess can just waltz into his husband's dreams, spending lifetimes with him behind closed eyes, all in a world of her own creation. Letting his hand be taken and guided, Remi watches as his husband names the cluster of patterns on his skin. He locks the words away, nodding softly. "I'm glad for that. Seeing as there were...implications last time." Those implications of course being Safrin's resulting pregnancy.

"Ludo deals in dreams...I wonder if I could ever follow you in. What Safrin would think, if she saw me at the gates of your mind..." Remi smiles darkly and recklessly at that.

"What do they do?" He asks of these new emblems.

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around