Beautiful Dreamer

REMI

the lullaby

Politely the alchemist waited. In dreams where one could become anything at all that they wished, some took quite a long time to puzzle out precisely what that was. Hadama’s difficulties were perhaps the most understandable of any that Remi had encountered, and so it was with a quiet smile and his eyes on the sunlight dripping through the foliage (his mind ensuring that it was all just as it should be), that Remi waited for the mermanta to settle on his appendages.

Dropping his gaze with a warm smile, Hadama’s question had Remi inhaling a thoughtful breath that seemed to colour his expression into something boyish and considerate. “My favourite place is perhaps not something you would be very interested in, given that it is a waterfall.” He admits with a chuckle. “I am more than happy to take you though. Time will bend around us here, so we have no need to hurry.” So saying he turns slowly that Hadama might infer the direction they were going to walk, and, with Remi’s back turned, he could work out for himself how his legs were meant to work.

Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.

I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection