maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Glancing sidelong at Noah, it wasn't difficult to parse out what the other man must have been thinking, or at least feeling. "If you were not a good man Noah, you would not be struggling with these decisions." The Lullaby offers, as if it's some sort of consolation. Life was easier when you were an asshole, Remi had learned that firsthand. Though it was far less fulfilling.
Raising his eyebrows and looking vaguely surprised to hear Noah say so, the Lullaby merely shrugs a touch bashfully in response. There was of course a certain saying about being a bad example for others to learn from, but Remi hadn't really thought it would ever apply to him. Not because he wasn't such an example (he was, time and time again), but because he never thought anyone even really thought of him.
The sudden influx of emotions through the attuned bond has the Lullaby flinching out of surprise. Turning his seaglass eyes to Noah's storm-bright blues, Remi can only nod. "Without hesitation." He confirms.
Raising his eyebrows and looking vaguely surprised to hear Noah say so, the Lullaby merely shrugs a touch bashfully in response. There was of course a certain saying about being a bad example for others to learn from, but Remi hadn't really thought it would ever apply to him. Not because he wasn't such an example (he was, time and time again), but because he never thought anyone even really thought of him.
The sudden influx of emotions through the attuned bond has the Lullaby flinching out of surprise. Turning his seaglass eyes to Noah's storm-bright blues, Remi can only nod. "Without hesitation." He confirms.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
