& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
The trees part to reveal the feast; Remi quickens his step and offers those already present an apologetic smile. Boyish and perhaps a touch careless in his movements, Remi moves with an elegance he'd previously lost since becoming so thickly muscled. Now, lean and wiry, he moves more like water than an avalanche.
"Sorry I am late." He calls out, raising a hand to the man at the head of the table. Sliding into his seat with all the haste of one who knows they have been holding things up, Remi produces a box wrapped in stunning purple paper, and holds it out toward Finn. "I got you something." He whispers a touch conspiratorily, his face sunny with anticipation and joy.
"Sorry I am late." He calls out, raising a hand to the man at the head of the table. Sliding into his seat with all the haste of one who knows they have been holding things up, Remi produces a box wrapped in stunning purple paper, and holds it out toward Finn. "I got you something." He whispers a touch conspiratorily, his face sunny with anticipation and joy.
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.
