& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
'I think you are responsible if you start provoking me, though.' Remi whispers forcefully. For all the eyes around them, he isn't sure either man can see the line between restraint and provocation.
'So you would just throw them scraps, then?' He wonders of October and Everest, imaging Finn similarly carving himself up. Telling those he loved that he was giving as much of him as he could, all the while keeping his own private panty stocked full of himself.
Golden fur and brutal claws overtake Remi's fingers as Finn snatches away the shard of his heart, and the alchemist is on his feet with feathers snarling into his curls before he realizes it. 'Is this who you really are, then? Or are we still lying?" On the verge of something he can't articulate, hard and tense and pulled by so many invisible strings, Remi just stares down at the Spyglass, waiting.
'So you would just throw them scraps, then?' He wonders of October and Everest, imaging Finn similarly carving himself up. Telling those he loved that he was giving as much of him as he could, all the while keeping his own private panty stocked full of himself.
Golden fur and brutal claws overtake Remi's fingers as Finn snatches away the shard of his heart, and the alchemist is on his feet with feathers snarling into his curls before he realizes it. 'Is this who you really are, then? Or are we still lying?" On the verge of something he can't articulate, hard and tense and pulled by so many invisible strings, Remi just stares down at the Spyglass, waiting.
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.
