REMI
the lullaby
Every now and then the things
I lean on lose their meaning
I lean on lose their meaning
His eyebrows are still raised high enough that not only have they disappeared into his curls but the muscles of his forehead are starting to protest, it's with his mouth agape that he struggles (and fails) to understand the scene before him.
Absolutely thinking Isla had gone crazy - there's being a bit hungry in the predatory sense which he can absolutely appreciate, and then there's leaping off of a moving skyship to slorp a rabbit like a juice pouch - Remi walks toward her as gently as possible as if she, like the blink hares, might just suddenly decide to vanish.
"I asked if you were having a breakdown." Remi repeats, hazarding a quick and confused smile. 'Or whether you were mad at me, but this...' His eyes drop to the bloody pelt. "..seems more about you."
Absolutely thinking Isla had gone crazy - there's being a bit hungry in the predatory sense which he can absolutely appreciate, and then there's leaping off of a moving skyship to slorp a rabbit like a juice pouch - Remi walks toward her as gently as possible as if she, like the blink hares, might just suddenly decide to vanish.
"I asked if you were having a breakdown." Remi repeats, hazarding a quick and confused smile. 'Or whether you were mad at me, but this...' His eyes drop to the bloody pelt. "..seems more about you."
And I find myself careening in places
where I should not let me go
where I should not let me go
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.
