& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
without the dark stain of alphabets?
It was impossible to think of anything but kissing Isla just then, as she turned to look up at him. So real in his arms in a way he'd literally jumped off a bridge during their last meeting to avoid, Remi's teeth click together as the lines around his eyes tighten with frustration and he's forced to pull his gaze away from her. "That sounds smart." Is all he can say, and in his mind, he tries to think of frigid snowscapes and claws that bite into his skin. Only...the freezing skies are all a brilliant pebble-blue, and the pain is one he enjoys.
"No, it doesn't mean anything." Remi says truthfully, biting his tongue to keep from elaborating simply to be petty.
Chuckling without much humour, Remi shrugs and hazards a glance down at Isla. "I am not sure how much me there is apart from the politics these days. Which, of course I hate." This latter part is said through a crooked smile. "Have you gone to see the Flowerbirth God in the desert?"
"No, it doesn't mean anything." Remi says truthfully, biting his tongue to keep from elaborating simply to be petty.
Chuckling without much humour, Remi shrugs and hazards a glance down at Isla. "I am not sure how much me there is apart from the politics these days. Which, of course I hate." This latter part is said through a crooked smile. "Have you gone to see the Flowerbirth God in the desert?"
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.
