And if the sky grows heavy
Wrap your arms around me tight
Wrap your arms around me tight
The pain is as complete as it is overwhelming. Never in his life has Remi experienced pain like this before, and in the coming hours he'll hate himself for feeling this as being more unbearable than Aoife's death. Her loss alone was meant to stand as some sort of untouched shrine in the threshold of what he could endure; a metric for which nothing could pass.
But oh gods, this..
He'd reached for the Core, because of the six of them, only he and Ronin possessed immortality, and of that pairing—his shredded wings aside—he was still the strongest. So he'd reached, clasped, and pulled; of course he had expected pain, thought perhaps he'd lose yet more fingers on that hand, or perhaps the hand itself. Maybe we shouldn't fault Remi for not knowing of the bone-grinding that would serve as the Core's last means of defence, but I think we will anyway. All he can remember is the way he'd kissed Ronin, a gesture far too brief and boyish in the big scheme of things, before the world went white with the sizzle and dazzle of electricity and damnation suddenly carved against his soul.
Then everything went black, and oh so very, very still.
But oh gods, this..
He'd reached for the Core, because of the six of them, only he and Ronin possessed immortality, and of that pairing—his shredded wings aside—he was still the strongest. So he'd reached, clasped, and pulled; of course he had expected pain, thought perhaps he'd lose yet more fingers on that hand, or perhaps the hand itself. Maybe we shouldn't fault Remi for not knowing of the bone-grinding
Then everything went black, and oh so very, very still.
the lullaby
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.
