& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
The pupils that watch the Lullaby as he walks along their path suddenly all widen, turning in unison towards Finn as his teeth pop the Eye's eye like a grape. Without skin, or eyelashes or eyebrows it's impossible to tell if the fluid that glistens across their surfaces are tears of sadness or laughter.
The trees part like a boil lanced open, masking the scent of honey-broiled sweetness with the smell of raw meat and blood. Remi's mouth waters, and though he pauses as soon as he sees Finn, he can feel the predators that lurk within his veins forcing themselves forward like disobedient ghosts.
As always the sight of Finn stirs up complex emotions such that the various blossoms on the trees abruptly wither, die, and then bloom again with petals made of teeth and eyelashes instead of pollen. "Are..you here?" Remi wonders. At his back the trees twist and straighten, their bodies feigning confidence where none exists.
The trees part like a boil lanced open, masking the scent of honey-broiled sweetness with the smell of raw meat and blood. Remi's mouth waters, and though he pauses as soon as he sees Finn, he can feel the predators that lurk within his veins forcing themselves forward like disobedient ghosts.
As always the sight of Finn stirs up complex emotions such that the various blossoms on the trees abruptly wither, die, and then bloom again with petals made of teeth and eyelashes instead of pollen. "Are..you here?" Remi wonders. At his back the trees twist and straighten, their bodies feigning confidence where none exists.
the lullaby
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.
