If you tasted poison

remi

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

and I love you. It feels like that is all I am capable of right now. Remi admits, sounding tired beyond words, and yet proud just the same. Or maybe that was just the cadence of his love colouring his voice. He was nothing if not his love for the Huntsman, and reduced to a shell of himself, at least there was still that to hold him together.

Coughing slightly and dotting Ronin's collarbone with small flecks of blood, the Lullaby teeters back into himself for a moment as he tries to assess just what he was capable of doing. Their dream might need to wait a few minutes extra, but he thought it might be worth it. In so thinking, the Lullaby suddenly grows small, though he remains just as haggard as he had been before; the black and grey of his pelt was all but in ribbons on his back, and his right paw was a jittery mostly-bone thing that he kept pressed against his little body.

gentle. It isn't that Ronin really needs the reminder, though in such a tiny body as he was now, Remi felt all the more precarious for his injuries.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!