& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Lowering his head for his lips to reach, it's with a heavy sigh that the alchemist lowers still, pressing himself against her shoulder and holding her tight. Never again would he hold her like this, smell her like this, hear her like this, and gods if the magnitude of that didn't nearly bring him to his knees. For others there might be I will see you again, one day's to be said in moments like this. But for Remi—and for Ronin too—the immortal beings that they were, there would only be the Festival of Lights to look forward to, that they might see Vai again.
"I have all the time in the world." He laughs, though it sounds like a sob, and though he follows Vai to the tree trunk, he doesn't let go of her hand. Grief and love contort his boyish features as tears make his eyes an even lighter shade of green.
"I have all the time in the world." He laughs, though it sounds like a sob, and though he follows Vai to the tree trunk, he doesn't let go of her hand. Grief and love contort his boyish features as tears make his eyes an even lighter shade of green.
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.
