the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
"I feel like we just did this." Remi complains, and though he'd been sliced and torn up with shocking ease, there's enough gallows humour left in him to suggest that he was probably alright. Looking slightly slack-jawed down at Ronin for all of the peppermint and willow bark he'd been chewing to ease the pain, the Lullaby reaches out with a slightly unsteady hand to muss his husband's hair. "Now all we need is for you to propose." He muses distractedly, before letting his head loll comfortably back against the chair.
"Mmm. Not if you don't." He replies with a vague shake of his head. Already his right hand has started to inch its way toward the bandages where his ghostly fingers stealthily tried to untie them. "Or I could dream her here, or dream myself to her, depending on.." Cracking open his eyes and having no idea what time it was, Remi just shrugs.
"Mmm. Not if you don't." He replies with a vague shake of his head. Already his right hand has started to inch its way toward the bandages where his ghostly fingers stealthily tried to untie them. "Or I could dream her here, or dream myself to her, depending on.." Cracking open his eyes and having no idea what time it was, Remi just shrugs.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
