& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
These days the herald's instructions came to Remi in the form of pieces of paper which appeared in his pocket. When last he'd been summoned he couldn't recall which only added to the unhappy anticipation he felt as he found himself strolling through the Dreaming toward the raggedy god.
"Hello Ludo." Reaching out his hand instantly, the unreality of the world they find themselves in makes it such that his magic relays none of what the herald might be feeling. Likely, that was a good thing. "You know, I was just telling someone about our early days together." He muses with a sad smile; times when the god had worn the face of his mother or his father, times when it had tried to tempt him into an early death. "It all feels so long ago, now."
Wondering if perhaps a similar test were about to be offered to him, Remi inhaled deeply despite knowing the air here would never reach his lips.
"Hello Ludo." Reaching out his hand instantly, the unreality of the world they find themselves in makes it such that his magic relays none of what the herald might be feeling. Likely, that was a good thing. "You know, I was just telling someone about our early days together." He muses with a sad smile; times when the god had worn the face of his mother or his father, times when it had tried to tempt him into an early death. "It all feels so long ago, now."
Wondering if perhaps a similar test were about to be offered to him, Remi inhaled deeply despite knowing the air here would never reach his lips.
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.
