If Everyone Was Listening

REMI

the lullaby

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

It's surreal. There's a calm between them that speaks of tension and violence, and yet neither of them move. It makes Remi's muscles itch and in his shoes, he can feel his toes wanting to curl.  The back of his throat yearns to yawn wide so that he might scream away what is settling around them like ash, but like Nate, there is just nothing.

"Of course." Part of him wants to lash out—it's no concern of yours—but pettiness seems inappropriate when discussing Hotaru's child. Words build on the back of Remi's tongue, explanations of what had happened and why, assurances that he isn't sure Nate deserves, but they all crumble away to nothing more than a sigh.

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!