REMI
the lullaby
& i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
There is no look of surprise in Remi's eyes, which is perhaps the worst part of all. An aim to save though Finn might have had, it was lost long ago. Feathers make sweet the wounds, but the knives must always come first. And they do, time and time again. Much as they both might want it (though do they?), the pair were never meant to fly.
They were always meant to fall.
Wrapping his free hand around Finn, the Lullaby presses the flat of his palm on the other man's back where the knife has stuck through. Scars that match those he only just gave Finn now wriggle out like lightning as blood drips down the Spyglass's spine, beautifully black in the moonlight and the rush of the sea.
The ocean slams against Remi first, the air knocked from his lungs. It's like hitting concrete, and yet still he falls. The moonlight halo's Finn above him, Finn whose curls dance and swim around his face like a halo. With a look of anguish, the Lullaby opens his eyes, unable to discern the sea and the storm from the Spyglass's stare. He opens his mouth to say something, but water rushes in, drowning him. Wide wings sprout from his back, curling up around them both, but not before Remi releases Finn's hand so that he can press it against his chest. The words he meant to say fight for air in the back of his throat as he shoves against the man in his arms, ejecting his soul from his body.
Remi's wings close, a trail of blood bubbling upwards as Finn is once again separated from himself.
Both halves of himself.
They were always meant to fall.
Wrapping his free hand around Finn, the Lullaby presses the flat of his palm on the other man's back where the knife has stuck through. Scars that match those he only just gave Finn now wriggle out like lightning as blood drips down the Spyglass's spine, beautifully black in the moonlight and the rush of the sea.
The ocean slams against Remi first, the air knocked from his lungs. It's like hitting concrete, and yet still he falls. The moonlight halo's Finn above him, Finn whose curls dance and swim around his face like a halo. With a look of anguish, the Lullaby opens his eyes, unable to discern the sea and the storm from the Spyglass's stare. He opens his mouth to say something, but water rushes in, drowning him. Wide wings sprout from his back, curling up around them both, but not before Remi releases Finn's hand so that he can press it against his chest. The words he meant to say fight for air in the back of his throat as he shoves against the man in his arms, ejecting his soul from his body.
Remi's wings close, a trail of blood bubbling upwards as Finn is once again separated from himself.
Both halves of himself.
& i know that you'll use them, however you want to
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.
