right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
'It likes games.' Remi offers. "Checkers, chess...hangman, tag..." He shrugs. 'It...is more reasonable than I've ever found Safrin to be, but just as tricky in its own way. Listen carefully to the words it uses.'
And then, for someone saying over and over how not strong he was, Remi finds himself suddenly in the sand. Trying to inhale and finding his lungs absolutely not replying to his request, the latent pain that flares up through his chest would be enough to steal any air he'd managed to sip anyway. On his hands and knees with the icy water dragging the sand around him, it's only after several moments that the Lullaby is able to look up at the Flood, backlit and towering.
"Fuck." Remi wheezes, wiping the flecks of blood from the side of his mouth with his arm, before reaching one of his hands up. The least Sunjata could do was help him to his feet. "I guess I should have expected that, from someone who runs a boxing ring." He grumbles good-naturedly. There's no one who has the stamina to take a beating quite like the Lullaby, but it seems that even here in a dream, he let himself feel every ounce of pain there would have been in the real world.
"Again?"
And then, for someone saying over and over how not strong he was, Remi finds himself suddenly in the sand. Trying to inhale and finding his lungs absolutely not replying to his request, the latent pain that flares up through his chest would be enough to steal any air he'd managed to sip anyway. On his hands and knees with the icy water dragging the sand around him, it's only after several moments that the Lullaby is able to look up at the Flood, backlit and towering.
"Fuck." Remi wheezes, wiping the flecks of blood from the side of his mouth with his arm, before reaching one of his hands up. The least Sunjata could do was help him to his feet. "I guess I should have expected that, from someone who runs a boxing ring." He grumbles good-naturedly. There's no one who has the stamina to take a beating quite like the Lullaby, but it seems that even here in a dream, he let himself feel every ounce of pain there would have been in the real world.
"Again?"
The Lullaby
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.
