REMI
the lullaby
I don't know who I am,
& I don't know who I'll be
& I don't know who I'll be
Beneath the candles that flicker and glow for Ludo and Mort, there lays the body of a certain alchemist. He looks nearly dead, tucked away among the ivy as he is, with his body bleeding away into shadow. But for those who can see such things, the Lullaby's body is empty just now. In the darkness of the woods he moves as a spirit; soundless and without form, Remi's mind us entirely untethered and free of the primal urges which have weighed so heavily on him since the season changed over in a whirl of colour.
"I can't decide if I would be better or worse at tag in this body. On the one hand, I'm less bothered by the physics of the world. On the other, I suppose you could always threaten my body and then I'd be forced within your reach." spirit!Remi muses into the hollow night.
"I can't decide if I would be better or worse at tag in this body. On the one hand, I'm less bothered by the physics of the world. On the other, I suppose you could always threaten my body and then I'd be forced within your reach." spirit!Remi muses into the hollow night.
But there's a light up in the attic
and i swear it's calling me
and i swear it's calling me
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.
