frostbite

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

There are no colours to be felt in the yawning pit of Remi's grief and rage. There aren't even semitones of darkness with which to describe the vastness of it; there is only black, and black, and black. It is thick and oppressive, maddeningly hot in places and bitingly cold in others. If it has a texture at all it's something like that of a broken tooth with the root exposed.

"I do not want you to feel this." Remi mutters weakly, though he makes no attempt to shrug off Ronin's hands. 'She was your mother as much as she was mine.' That wasn't strictly true, not with the Huntsman having known the witch far longer than the Lullaby, but even through his grief Remi loved Ronin enough to bypass Remi's otherwise overly protective and problematic possessiveness of Vai.

"I do not know what to do." He whispers over the rush of running water.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)