& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Remi's eyes move with predatory precision towards the wine, not for the first time imagining what Finn's vintage would taste like. He wants to be the sort of man for whom such a thought would turn his stomach, but of course he isn't. Not in the waking world and certainly not in a dream. Closing his eyes the alchemist is suddenly at Finn's side, seated on his right, staring at an empty plate.
"I did not mean to come." Remi says in a voice just above a whisper; however softly said, the blossoms of the trees turn maliciously toward the sound of his voice, blooming with betrayal. Their teeth are not for show.
The napkin held within a golden ring next to the plate is bloodied, and had it not been for that, Remi might have just pushed his chair back and excused him. Blinking at it slowly, the alchemist flinches minutely as he reaches out with his broken hand to touch the dark stains. "I am sorry, Finn...for everything I have ever been to you."
"I did not mean to come." Remi says in a voice just above a whisper; however softly said, the blossoms of the trees turn maliciously toward the sound of his voice, blooming with betrayal. Their teeth are not for show.
The napkin held within a golden ring next to the plate is bloodied, and had it not been for that, Remi might have just pushed his chair back and excused him. Blinking at it slowly, the alchemist flinches minutely as he reaches out with his broken hand to touch the dark stains. "I am sorry, Finn...for everything I have ever been to you."
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.
