the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Looking out of place despite the Kraai being full of muscley-men with expressions just as stern as Remi's was, the Lullaby nonetheless seemed to stick out despite his lowered eyeliner and hunched shoulders. Rubbing at the ring on his finger as Neron approaches, Ronin will feel Remi's pulse stutter uneasily as the Hailstorm has the nerve to sound casually charming. Loren had never been charming, though the things Loren hadn't been was enough to fill a book.
Glancing up sharply, Remi is torn between wanting to get a measure of this particular Launceleyn but also wanting nothing to do with him. Inhaling deeply enough to make his nostrils flare, the Lullaby gives his head an angular shake. "I don't think so." Glancing over Neron's shoulder and wondering how to ask for somewhere more private without making it sound as though he were here for some lusty rendezvous, the alchemist returns his stare to the man before him. "Unless you want claw marks in your bar, I'd suggest we go somewhere else for this."
Glancing up sharply, Remi is torn between wanting to get a measure of this particular Launceleyn but also wanting nothing to do with him. Inhaling deeply enough to make his nostrils flare, the Lullaby gives his head an angular shake. "I don't think so." Glancing over Neron's shoulder and wondering how to ask for somewhere more private without making it sound as though he were here for some lusty rendezvous, the alchemist returns his stare to the man before him. "Unless you want claw marks in your bar, I'd suggest we go somewhere else for this."
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
