REMI
the lullaby
"Awww." Remi pouts. "Well have it your way, then. We will just be that boring couple who don't mask trauma with sex." Grinning toward Ronin with a waggle of his brows, Remi's smile drops dramatically as he turns to face the shrine.
"No. It is private." It wasn't of course, but Remi knew that Ronin would instantly see right through the thing he'd decided to bring, and for that he was perhaps a touch ashamed.
Kneeling by the base of the shrine, Remi removes a stone from his pocket. Flecked with opal, Remi has written in periwinkle blue paint, una stella che non potrei mai dimenticare in the travelling tongue; a star I could never forget. Pretty sounding perhaps, but also objectively true.
"No. It is private." It wasn't of course, but Remi knew that Ronin would instantly see right through the thing he'd decided to bring, and for that he was perhaps a touch ashamed.
Kneeling by the base of the shrine, Remi removes a stone from his pocket. Flecked with opal, Remi has written in periwinkle blue paint, una stella che non potrei mai dimenticare in the travelling tongue; a star I could never forget. Pretty sounding perhaps, but also objectively true.
Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.
Who I was when I was mine.
I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
