the lullaby
The Real Deal was indeed just a story. Something they talked about without actually talking about. Something they gestured at without really having the words for. Not even being caught in the suddenness of a riptide was an appropriate analogy, not with the vast permanence of what had nearly just happened. Instead, it was more like going for a stroll when the weather was perfect and you had not a single care in the world, only for the sky to swallow you up without any pomp or circumstance.
Gone, without parting words.
Gone without last kisses.
Gone for good.
..forever dead." Remi agrees, and with that understanding comes the paradigm shift he had been actively avoiding. The one he thought he could bully away.
"..I have to forget her, Ronin." The alchemist whispers. The realization feels like a window that has been shattered but hasn't yet fallen. You can practically feel the fractures, knowing that a gentle breeze will be enough to cause it to shatter out of place into a thousand unremarkable and sharp shards. "..Anywhere I go, she could be there. Anywhere that is not here, and I could die."
Gone, without parting words.
Gone without last kisses.
Gone for good.
..forever dead." Remi agrees, and with that understanding comes the paradigm shift he had been actively avoiding. The one he thought he could bully away.
"..I have to forget her, Ronin." The alchemist whispers. The realization feels like a window that has been shattered but hasn't yet fallen. You can practically feel the fractures, knowing that a gentle breeze will be enough to cause it to shatter out of place into a thousand unremarkable and sharp shards. "..Anywhere I go, she could be there. Anywhere that is not here, and I could die."
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
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.
