maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Parting his lips and finding absolutely no reply within reach, Remi is forced to exhale as he concedes. "And yet here I am." Guilt is not an expression the Lullaby wears well, and though there's nothing in his history with Isla on his end that makes him feel as bad as he should, Remi isn't the type to go against his word. "I am sorry." He offers, doubting if it will mean anything to Isla.
Distracted by the smell of blood on Isla, Remi is forced to tug his eyes away from her the way he once had to for far more boyish (but just as mouth-watering) reasons. "But this one is soft." He protests before even really realizing it, smoothing down the front of his shirt before swallowing.
Glancing toward the bundle of flowers and on the verge of explaining why it was he'd come back, Isla's tone keeps him from it, which likely saves the Remedy even more hurt today. Oh, I broke my word to get my husband some flowers, was likely not what she needed to hear.
"I deserved it, even if it you did not know it was me." He says with a shrug that smears the blood on his shirt. "I..don't know what that means." Remi adds, sea-glass stare hazarding a look up into Isla's blood-covered face. His expression was tentative and braced for the Remedy's fury, if only because either way, you don't have to worry about it happening again, sounded like the sort of thing that harkened back to something he should remember, but didn't.
Distracted by the smell of blood on Isla, Remi is forced to tug his eyes away from her the way he once had to for far more boyish (but just as mouth-watering) reasons. "But this one is soft." He protests before even really realizing it, smoothing down the front of his shirt before swallowing.
Glancing toward the bundle of flowers and on the verge of explaining why it was he'd come back, Isla's tone keeps him from it, which likely saves the Remedy even more hurt today. Oh, I broke my word to get my husband some flowers, was likely not what she needed to hear.
"I deserved it, even if it you did not know it was me." He says with a shrug that smears the blood on his shirt. "I..don't know what that means." Remi adds, sea-glass stare hazarding a look up into Isla's blood-covered face. His expression was tentative and braced for the Remedy's fury, if only because either way, you don't have to worry about it happening again, sounded like the sort of thing that harkened back to something he should remember, but didn't.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
