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?
"Words have never been my strong suit." The alchemist admits, almost apologetically. "If the truth happened to be pretty, that was just an accident." Like nudging against a bit of marble, Remi doesn't shift as Maeve brushes against him, but merely chuckles and shrugs before taking another sip of his drink.
Feeling somehow relieved that Maeve wouldn't be marked quite the same way Ronin had, Remi sets down his cider (now empty). 'Oh?' The alchemist chuckles again. "That feels like a lifetime ago..." He muses, thinking back to simpler times that had seemed so complicated when they were living through them. Had they any skin contact, Maeve would have felt the alchemist go instantly cold, and bleak, and black. Instead, she would simply sense him shifting against her, and perhaps seeing the way his jaw suddenly set.
"Shooting stars..." He says, almost to himself. "That is the only thing that can ever properly kill Ronin, you know."
Feeling somehow relieved that Maeve wouldn't be marked quite the same way Ronin had, Remi sets down his cider (now empty). 'Oh?' The alchemist chuckles again. "That feels like a lifetime ago..." He muses, thinking back to simpler times that had seemed so complicated when they were living through them. Had they any skin contact, Maeve would have felt the alchemist go instantly cold, and bleak, and black. Instead, she would simply sense him shifting against her, and perhaps seeing the way his jaw suddenly set.
"Shooting stars..." He says, almost to himself. "That is the only thing that can ever properly kill Ronin, you know."
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.
