& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Remi's smile grows, narrows, and then radiates in humble agreement. "I think so too." Ronin, Aoife, Mateo, and Isla...they were all the best parts of him. Watching his beating heart in Finn's hands nearly as tears misting his eyes, but Remi is able to blink them back. "I suppose that is the gift." He explains with a touch of bashfulness. "To know that you are not there."
Glancing up at the sky, his smile somewhat doused at the prospect of rain, Remi swallows and tries not to fidget. "Sorry, no need to wait for me. Please, eat—" Gesturing at the table with a boyish grin, in the center suddenly appears a number of cuts of meat: hawk which has been cooked in clay, ready to be shattered to reveal the soft meat within; a spit-roasted lion with a pomegranate in its mouth, dripping with honey and lemons; an octopus spread open, filled with cucumber and hazelnuts.
"Leave room for desert." Remi says, aiming a wink at the youth seated at the end of the table.
Glancing up at the sky, his smile somewhat doused at the prospect of rain, Remi swallows and tries not to fidget. "Sorry, no need to wait for me. Please, eat—" Gesturing at the table with a boyish grin, in the center suddenly appears a number of cuts of meat: hawk which has been cooked in clay, ready to be shattered to reveal the soft meat within; a spit-roasted lion with a pomegranate in its mouth, dripping with honey and lemons; an octopus spread open, filled with cucumber and hazelnuts.
"Leave room for desert." Remi says, aiming a wink at the youth seated at the end of the table.
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.
