the lullaby
Looking down at Isla as she plops down into the sand, Remi chuckles at the childlike nature of his gesture as he rolls his shoulder and tugs at the thread of fire ever burning deep within. Flames sprout from all around him, removing the hard lines of his body and reducing him to mere outlines and vague indications of the male form. His face is clear enough, though it has a mirage-like quality as the heat of his own body distorts his features somewhat.
Holding one of his hands out toward her, his fingertips mere sprays of fire, the Lullaby tilts his head slightly still expecting to see Isla wince and pull away. 'Still alright?' He wonders, his eyes appearing all the brighter for the contrast of green against red.
Holding one of his hands out toward her, his fingertips mere sprays of fire, the Lullaby tilts his head slightly still expecting to see Isla wince and pull away. 'Still alright?' He wonders, his eyes appearing all the brighter for the contrast of green against red.
Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
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.
