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
They could argue and blame, defend themselves and bicker all they liked, but at the end of the day, there was only one thing that mattered.
"Where is the metal, Loren." How long had it been since the alchemist had spoken to the Firebrand in a civil tone? Given the feathers ruffling through the Lullaby's curls and the way his eyes keep tending towards a predatory glare, it's safe to think that it won't last much longer. "You're in no position to decide what is done with it." But three demigods and to a lesser extent, one Warden? Yes. That would do. Besides, Loren had had his chance, and had done precisely nothing.
And if Loren wanted to disagree, Remi would happily rise to that challenge.
"Where is the metal, Loren." How long had it been since the alchemist had spoken to the Firebrand in a civil tone? Given the feathers ruffling through the Lullaby's curls and the way his eyes keep tending towards a predatory glare, it's safe to think that it won't last much longer. "You're in no position to decide what is done with it." But three demigods and to a lesser extent, one Warden? Yes. That would do. Besides, Loren had had his chance, and had done precisely nothing.
And if Loren wanted to disagree, Remi would happily rise to that challenge.
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.
