[se] wild in the silence

wild in the silence; no way to make it right

Strangely, Remi feels as though he's been unfaithful to his husband and that the letter in Ronin's hands is as scarlet as they come. Isla was, after all, the only other person Remi had loved in any important way since being with the huntsman, and in this of all seasons he expected no understanding whatsoever. Perhaps that's why when there is no tsunami of anger or bitterness surging from the Nova's fingertips that the Lullaby frowns and nearly pulls away. He doesn't though, or at least the most he does is flinch slightly before his frown melts into confusion. "You are not angry?" He wonders, exhaling a breath he'd been holding, though not sounding as though he was at all relieved.

Swallowing, Remi blinks a few times and looks over his shoulder, as if just noticing their surroundings and the crown of silvery antlers Ronin was sporting. "I feel so many things...and strangely nothing at all." He mumbles, eyes taking in the tree-lined glade and the soft star shine before returning his attention to Ronin. "And I know this...is an unfair time to talk to you about this, but I am afraid I will demolish at least half the mountain range before the season is up if I don't."

THE LULLABY

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