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?
"Nothing yet." Remi replies with a small smile. Not death, not infidelity, not egos, nor gods. Hopefully, it would always stay that way.
As Maeve considers and then looks at him, Remi narrows his eyes skeptically. "A dancer, mmm?" He repeats, feigning a frown before turning his head ever so slightly to look past Maeve's gaze and into the sky. "Yes, I think I can. You could be there—" Raising a hand, the one missing a few fingers regrettably, Remi begins to sketch out a shape in the stars. "A curve like this for your body, with these stars here to indicate a dress or skirt flying around you. And there—" Gesturing slightly lower, he adds: "—is maybe water, or sand, splashing around."
As Maeve considers and then looks at him, Remi narrows his eyes skeptically. "A dancer, mmm?" He repeats, feigning a frown before turning his head ever so slightly to look past Maeve's gaze and into the sky. "Yes, I think I can. You could be there—" Raising a hand, the one missing a few fingers regrettably, Remi begins to sketch out a shape in the stars. "A curve like this for your body, with these stars here to indicate a dress or skirt flying around you. And there—" Gesturing slightly lower, he adds: "—is maybe water, or sand, splashing around."
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.
