the lullaby
'You see? All the more reason to think I am an expert.' Remi is quick to agree. Reaching out a hand to take from Isla whatever stones could withstand his heat to make her load lighter, the Lullaby frowns skeptically to hear that what he used for sketching was also edible. "To supplement...what?" Dark bowel movements?
Laughing, Remi rolls his eyes affectionately. "From hard-headed to suddenly burning dinner. I am not sure your perceptions of me are as accurate as they once were." He jests, wincing internally at how near to the truth he'd inadvertently come, before covering it up with a playful shove to his friend's shoulder.
"Not that I see...if only there was wood to knock on, alas my head is apparently only made of stone." Slyly the Lullaby grins and reaches out to knock his knuckles against Isla's head. "Yours will have to do."
Laughing, Remi rolls his eyes affectionately. "From hard-headed to suddenly burning dinner. I am not sure your perceptions of me are as accurate as they once were." He jests, wincing internally at how near to the truth he'd inadvertently come, before covering it up with a playful shove to his friend's shoulder.
"Not that I see...if only there was wood to knock on, alas my head is apparently only made of stone." Slyly the Lullaby grins and reaches out to knock his knuckles against Isla's head. "Yours will have to do."
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
