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?
Humming thoughtfully, out towards the non-descript horizon line, a smear of grey appears as Remi nods his head. That no information would be received within the Haven...could be construed as a blessing or a curse really, but he wasn't in much of a position to wax philosophical with Sunjata about it just now.
Meeting Sunjata's gaze and knowing he deserved every ounce of animosity and resentment there, the Lullaby allows himself to be the first to break eye contact. "Then you hold yourself to a higher standard than Ludo." He murmurs, exhaling with enough force to make his cheeks puff and one of his curls flinch on his forehead. This probably deserves elaboration though the Lullaby gives none. That Ludo has threatened Mateo's life for disobedience is perhaps not the sort of thing the Flood would accept as an excuse for Remi's behaviour, and nor should he. The Lullaby became an asshole all on his own, after all.
"Thank you."
Meeting Sunjata's gaze and knowing he deserved every ounce of animosity and resentment there, the Lullaby allows himself to be the first to break eye contact. "Then you hold yourself to a higher standard than Ludo." He murmurs, exhaling with enough force to make his cheeks puff and one of his curls flinch on his forehead. This probably deserves elaboration though the Lullaby gives none. That Ludo has threatened Mateo's life for disobedience is perhaps not the sort of thing the Flood would accept as an excuse for Remi's behaviour, and nor should he. The Lullaby became an asshole all on his own, after all.
"Thank you."
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.
