wild in the silence; no way to make it right
A very small part of the Lullaby hates his husband's rosy presence and would cheerfully claw out the Supernova's throat. In truth, that part is merely the most hurt facet of the Lullaby's soul crying out in anger instead of sadness. It's the part that aches to be taken care of but doesn't know how to ask for help; the part that has been shoved into the smallest chamber of Remi's heart, banished there by the presence of godly strength and determination. That part that, for all intents and purposes, doesn't exist. Not until letters from the past shine a light upon it and the foundation of the Lullaby's strength is shown to be quite shaky.
"Mmm." Remi hums in all the appropriate places. His fingers are tight against Ronin's and his eyes are levelled unseeingly on the ground before them as they simply walk until the rush of the waterfall is far enough away that it's only a phantom sound buzzing in Remi's ears. Loving Ronin for his rambling if only because it creates some semblance of normalcy before what, Remi can only assume, will be the Moment Things Change, it's with a gradually slowing of his feet rather than an audible halt that the Lullaby indicates that they've gone far enough.
Not saying anything for a moment, eventually, the Lullaby puts down the basket so that he needn't release his husband's hand, before reaching into his pocket for the letter. Staring down at it, crumpled somewhat by the day's activities and yet seeming all the more dire for the ease with which he could just tear it up, the Lullaby runs this thumb over it for a moment before holding it out for Ronin to take. "It arrived this morning." He explains, not that the timing was at all relevant compared to its contents.
"Mmm." Remi hums in all the appropriate places. His fingers are tight against Ronin's and his eyes are levelled unseeingly on the ground before them as they simply walk until the rush of the waterfall is far enough away that it's only a phantom sound buzzing in Remi's ears. Loving Ronin for his rambling if only because it creates some semblance of normalcy before what, Remi can only assume, will be the Moment Things Change, it's with a gradually slowing of his feet rather than an audible halt that the Lullaby indicates that they've gone far enough.
Not saying anything for a moment, eventually, the Lullaby puts down the basket so that he needn't release his husband's hand, before reaching into his pocket for the letter. Staring down at it, crumpled somewhat by the day's activities and yet seeming all the more dire for the ease with which he could just tear it up, the Lullaby runs this thumb over it for a moment before holding it out for Ronin to take. "It arrived this morning." He explains, not that the timing was at all relevant compared to its contents.
THE LULLABY
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
