[se] wild in the silence

wild in the silence; no way to make it right

No sooner do Ronin's lips meet the scruff of Remi's cheeks, than he'll feel the vast and wary froth of the Lullaby's emotions. After so much grumping around Remi hasn't the energy left to hide the uneasy palette of his thoughts, but nor does he feel like explaining just now. Instead, he glances down into his hands, the palms of which have been rubbed raw and the dirt beneath his nails indicative of having done a little gardening (read: the unearthing of several trees), and gives his head a little shake. "I am not sure. I thought we could just...walk" He replies, the answer applying equally to both of Ronin's questions.

Later Remi will be able to articulate just how much it means to him that Ronin is able to simply go with what the Lullaby needs in moments like this, but of course, it's precisely because it's a moment like this that he can't find the words. Instead, he stands and reaches for the picnic basket, nodding that Ronin should take the blankets so that they'll each have a free hand to twine around the other's.

"I will explain in a bit. For now...can you just talk at me?" Remi wonders almost pleadingly, though really it's the desperate swirl of his emotions that give his words this particularly needy shade.

THE LULLABY

i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie