the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Sunjata brushes passed but the Lullaby hardly spares him a glance. Ronin's second-hand ire is nearly palpable and Remi knows that if he stews in it too long, it'll taint the patience and calm he's been trying to maintain for himself. The sound of a punch though has him stiffening and turning a curious eye toward Nate, wondering if it would change things. If this would prove to be a fight amongst demigods.
"Come potrei rifiutare un'offerta così gentile?" Remi wonders sarcastically but trails behind Nate just the same. Trying not to take notice of anything that didn't immediately demand his attention, Remi finds himself with his hands (safely) in his pockets and his gaze somewhere on the counter. "You have a choice." The Lullaby remarks casually. "It's just that they all have the same outcome, more or less."
Pulling one hand out—his ruined right hand, short three fingers—and roll his wrist. "Questo dovrebbe essere buono." He mumbles of Nate's QueStIonS.
"Come potrei rifiutare un'offerta così gentile?" Remi wonders sarcastically but trails behind Nate just the same. Trying not to take notice of anything that didn't immediately demand his attention, Remi finds himself with his hands (safely) in his pockets and his gaze somewhere on the counter. "You have a choice." The Lullaby remarks casually. "It's just that they all have the same outcome, more or less."
Pulling one hand out—his ruined right hand, short three fingers—and roll his wrist. "Questo dovrebbe essere buono." He mumbles of Nate's QueStIonS.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
