& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
Remi hears her, but only because listening and watching is all there is to do. No sooner does he register the whisper of footsteps than Remi is on his feet with his heart hammering so loudly it's impossible to discern anything else. Holding his breath (which doesn't help dampen the sound), he too breaks into a shuffling sort of run in her direction, slowing only just as she does, before stalling as her eyes flash in his direction.
He thinks this will work; gods he desperately needs it to work.
"I am not here—" Remi says softly, running his sea glass stare up and down the length of his friend as if spikes or electric claws might suddenly appear. Tense, but boyishly eager, the alchemist takes a tentative step forward. His lungs feel nearly bursting with air, but somehow he still feels out of breath. "—I am not actually here." He reiterates, taking another step and holding out his hand (the ruined one) toward her as if she were nothing more than some skittish deer.
He thinks this will work; gods he desperately needs it to work.
"I am not here—" Remi says softly, running his sea glass stare up and down the length of his friend as if spikes or electric claws might suddenly appear. Tense, but boyishly eager, the alchemist takes a tentative step forward. His lungs feel nearly bursting with air, but somehow he still feels out of breath. "—I am not actually here." He reiterates, taking another step and holding out his hand (the ruined one) toward her as if she were nothing more than some skittish deer.
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.
