a taste of destiny

you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world

8.00am he wakes up.

The morning is spent in quiet study. Breakfast, reading, a brisk walk to the Palace and back to (ironically) warm him up. Guitar practice next. Then lunch, then more study. Or - like now - occasional chores.

The rest of Finn's day - the parts where he comes alive - are not for discussion here. Because here we are caught at the tail end of his chores.

His feet crunch against the hard packed snow, picking out the routes that will be the least perilous with increasing certainty. A paper bag is clutched in one arm, brimming with fruits and vegetables from the greenhouse, and a scarf is wrapped around his nose and mouth to ward off the cold.

Turning the corner towards the house he shares with Tobi and their son, lost in thought and bundled in extra layers, to those not looking closely, Finn could be Remi at a glance. And if he knew as much? There's no telling how Finn might feel about it.

and that, I believe

is why you are in so much pain

FINN

the lullaby

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

I will speak to Finn, Remi had said, and at the time it seemed so very simple. Their last encounter had been entirely uneventful if not downright pleasant. But that had been the world of dreams, and now standing on Finn's doorstep Remi had absolutely no idea what to expect without past iterations of himself to serve as distractions. Looking at the cheerful wreath upon the door with no small amount of skepticism, Remi clears his throat and holds up a fist (presumably to know on the door), before thinking better of it. Stuffing his hand into his pocket, the alchemist turns away, makes it down one step, before shaking his head and turning back towards the door.

Pulling his hand out of his pocket, his fingers curl into a decidedly Italian shape as he soundlessly tries to convince himself of something—a losing battle if the disgruntled look on his face is anything to go by—before his shoulders hunch and he turns away.

For good this time, or...it would have been, had doing so not brought him face to face with his blue-eyed twin.

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!