maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Pushing his lips together and raising his eyebrows, Remi looks back into his lap. Unsure if Isla share's the attuned bond or not, the Lullaby nevertheless does his best to keep his emotions in check. Given how poorly their encounters have gone thus far he can't help but wonder if this is the longest-running prank someone has ever played on him, to suggest that he and this woman could ever have been lovers much less best friends.
Wanting very much to challenge the perfect worldview that Isla seems to have made for herself, the Lullaby clenches his jaw against the annoyance that bubbles up in the back of his throat. Only instead of being able to hold it back, Remi finds it horrifically unpalatable all of sudden such that the emotion which pours out of him is not unlike vomit. "Oh sure. I'm not funny. I'm the asshole. I do everything wrong, so just fuck me, right?" He wonders, cheeks suddenly red as he stares up at her.
"Either you don't care Isla, in which case what the fuck are you so mad at me for when I have done nothing but try and not be an issue for you." Well, you know, other than coming back to King's End just now, but that was only once in how many months. "Or you do care, but won't accept my apology about forgetting you, in which case could you just stop taking it out on me if there is literally nothing I can do?"
And still his right hand continues to braid the flowers together.
Wanting very much to challenge the perfect worldview that Isla seems to have made for herself, the Lullaby clenches his jaw against the annoyance that bubbles up in the back of his throat. Only instead of being able to hold it back, Remi finds it horrifically unpalatable all of sudden such that the emotion which pours out of him is not unlike vomit. "Oh sure. I'm not funny. I'm the asshole. I do everything wrong, so just fuck me, right?" He wonders, cheeks suddenly red as he stares up at her.
"Either you don't care Isla, in which case what the fuck are you so mad at me for when I have done nothing but try and not be an issue for you." Well, you know, other than coming back to King's End just now, but that was only once in how many months. "Or you do care, but won't accept my apology about forgetting you, in which case could you just stop taking it out on me if there is literally nothing I can do?"
And still his right hand continues to braid the flowers together.
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.
