In the dark I hear a call

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

"Maybe not illegal, but you did tell me not to come here." Remi counters with a shrug that is anything but apologetic. Where once he might have been counted on to follow Isla's instructions without argument, with everything that had happened he hoped she'd forgive him this. And if not? As he'd already said, he was willing to accept whatever punishment she might dole out.

"Too short for so many things." He agrees softly, making no attempt to pull away, but instead continuing to hold her as if they were slow dancing. Closer, perhaps, though his mind was having a hard time focusing on much of anything just now. "I just wanted someone to hold accountable." Remi admits, his thumb moving just a fraction across her cheek as if to see whether or not the glimmer there could be easily wiped away. "Because you were right. All this back and forth...it has to stop somewhere. If I go after Wessex...that will be the start of everything, if it has not already been started."

Inhaling, and feeling out of place for it given just how loud his breathing sounded to him in the quiet of midnight, Remi sighs as slowly as he can. "But doing nothing..." Remi's arms tremble as his muscles contract; the mere thought of letting what the ascended had done go unchallenged was enough to have feathers snarling down his neck and spine.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)