maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Oh I see. That's a patient's blood, is it?" He asks with a crooked grin, nodding to the crimson markings on her dress. It had been so many years since the Lullaby was first a predator that he'd forgotten what it was to wrestle with his new instincts. Certainly, at one point in his life his leonine inclinations had terribly upset his worldview, as being a predator now likely did to someone like Isla, but gods, it was so very long ago.
Having expected the verbal slap and then some, the Lullaby is already braced for Isla's words when they come, still, he looks down into his lap where his ghostly fingers have continued to weave together flowers of soft blue and green. 'So, just to be clear then..' Sucking in on his bottom lip, Remi peers up at Isla through his curls. '...if I did bump into you somewhere...I should just...act as if I have not seen you, or...?' Not sarcastically asked at all, but sounding rather like a man who is trying his best to negotiate a path through a pit of vipers, Remi can only offer Isla a small and apologetic smile for his ignorance on how to act around her.
Having expected the verbal slap and then some, the Lullaby is already braced for Isla's words when they come, still, he looks down into his lap where his ghostly fingers have continued to weave together flowers of soft blue and green. 'So, just to be clear then..' Sucking in on his bottom lip, Remi peers up at Isla through his curls. '...if I did bump into you somewhere...I should just...act as if I have not seen you, or...?' Not sarcastically asked at all, but sounding rather like a man who is trying his best to negotiate a path through a pit of vipers, Remi can only offer Isla a small and apologetic smile for his ignorance on how to act around her.
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.
