& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
'A detective sounds...so very you. Is your goal to bring people to justice? Or...to avenge those who have been wronged?" Remi wonders, with a bird-like tilt of his head. "Mmm, thank you." He might have reached out to give Finn's hand an appreciative squeeze were it not wrapped around his tumbler. "Knowing the landscape of my heart is the first step. Now I think I need to find a way to grow it somehow. I cannot take away any of the pieces but...I do think I need to make more room." Remi's second attempt at the whiskey goes down far smoother, and he's able to sit back into his chair and savour it as his own past iterations peek out of the underbrush.
Five is first, fleet-footed and wearing little else but a smile. Exuberantly he races towards Eight and nearly overshoots the table before managing to stop. Tittering away in a language that's chaotically quick and musical, he gestures at the dissected hawk and then at himself with a wide toothy smile. Nineteen is next, boyishly handsome in his efforts to appear calm and sure of himself despite his inability to make eye contact with the versions of Finn older than about 15. Then there is 21 whose appearance is hollowed and whose eyes are lined by dark circles. Not unlike Eight, though he politely sits at the table, he picks at his food instead of eating it.
Last of course is Nine, whose steps are compelled by obligation rather than any desire at all to be present. Lurking near the table, he keeps his eyes downcast and rubs at one arm but does not sit down.
Five is first, fleet-footed and wearing little else but a smile. Exuberantly he races towards Eight and nearly overshoots the table before managing to stop. Tittering away in a language that's chaotically quick and musical, he gestures at the dissected hawk and then at himself with a wide toothy smile. Nineteen is next, boyishly handsome in his efforts to appear calm and sure of himself despite his inability to make eye contact with the versions of Finn older than about 15. Then there is 21 whose appearance is hollowed and whose eyes are lined by dark circles. Not unlike Eight, though he politely sits at the table, he picks at his food instead of eating it.
Last of course is Nine, whose steps are compelled by obligation rather than any desire at all to be present. Lurking near the table, he keeps his eyes downcast and rubs at one arm but does not sit down.
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.
