good night, sweet prince

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi eyes the...whatever is before him with a stern and untrusting stare. His ribs expand outward with each breath, the muscles of his biceps tense enough that his arms threaten to shake under the stress. As she leans forward, the Lullaby similarly leans back, head tilting slightly as she eyes him. "No, I—" He bites off the word, as if saying anything more might play into whatever game this was. "Ah, convenient that. Imitating someone but lacking the specifics of their life." Not Ludo then, because Ludo would know.

So then this was...

..then..

Remi takes a stumbling step forward, and where the political barrier between the Greatwood and the Grounds a real thing, he'd have been nose to nose with it. Muscles shaking but no longer from tension, the alchemist lets out a shaky breath that has his stomach clenching and his tongue wrapping around discarded words.

"Isla?." Tears prickle his eyes and wash away the white, leaving them a bright and shimmery green. If it wasn't her, if it was all some cruel joke, then best he dig his own grave now. As alone as the alchemist had been over the past weeks, his heart simply wouldn't be able to take it. Not after he'd already lost her so many times already.