walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
"He thought it was a dream." The excuse was a lame one, and the lacklustre tone with which it was said suggested Remi thought as much. He'd not blame his husband for something done in a dream, but it was hard not to want to. To demand, how is it you didn't know? or the even more unfair: why did you want to at all?
'Aoife was..' Mine? The only one? Different? Trailing off with a hard swallow, Remi shook his head a touch helplessly. Maybe that's all there was to say, just those two fragmented words; Aoife was.
"Ronin and Sunjata are close." Remi replied in that same toneless voice. The voice of a victim still in shock giving a report for the umpteenth time. "And she's...taken to him." A slight snarl tugged at the alchemist's lip at that. Already the relationship bordered on inappropriate—Ronin said as much. "He lives near us, by the lighthouse, so..." Another non-explanation. Another shrug.
'Aoife was..' Mine? The only one? Different? Trailing off with a hard swallow, Remi shook his head a touch helplessly. Maybe that's all there was to say, just those two fragmented words; Aoife was.
"Ronin and Sunjata are close." Remi replied in that same toneless voice. The voice of a victim still in shock giving a report for the umpteenth time. "And she's...taken to him." A slight snarl tugged at the alchemist's lip at that. Already the relationship bordered on inappropriate—Ronin said as much. "He lives near us, by the lighthouse, so..." Another non-explanation. Another shrug.
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.
