these mountains you carry

& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?

Tears were beginning to bead in Remi's eyes like dew upon the petals of flowers reaching desperately for the sunny warmth of Mort's words. Swallowing, the Lullaby nodded unsteadily, wanting desperately to understand the god's words to mean only what they did and not to jump to conclusions. "Of course." He heard himself agreeing easily, his voice full of laughter despite the tightness in his throat and chest.

The Lullaby's nod has a tear or two streaking down one cheek. "I owe so much to Ludo though. Isla..Mateo..not to mention I would have died a thousand times over without its protection." He whispers despite knowing that the point in time when his abilities and mindset aligned with the raggedy heralds' was long behind them.

With trembling fingers Remi lifts his gaze, searching the kind soil-soft eyes that looked back at him. "Yours?" He whispers, before inhaling against a laugh. "It feels as though I have belonged to death this whole time, only..." If being one of Ludo's chosen had taught him one thing, it was just how deeply a blind-contract could bind. "What would you ask of me? What would I be for you?"

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)