maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi leans into the lips pressed against his cheek, sighing with appreciation. No one else in the world could read him as well as Ronin could, and gods if that wasn't one of the biggest blessings when someone knew you that intimately. Not needing to explain himself, Remi instead tugs their linked hands to his mouth. Instead of kissing the Huntsman's fingers or knuckles, the Lullaby just holds the back of his hand against his lips and nose, savouring the closeness.
"I did." He mumbles, nodding his head towards two letters. Both pages were smeared with ink and covered in inkblots, but his signature was legible enough, as were the few words he'd written.
Listening, Remi tilts his head slightly and lets his eyes slip shut. "I suppose that is what I am most worried about...all the things he will say. The accusations...because he will not be wrong. I should have been there. I could have done more to protect them, but I.." But nothing. He had thought it would be fine, and it catastrophically hadn't been.
"I did." He mumbles, nodding his head towards two letters. Both pages were smeared with ink and covered in inkblots, but his signature was legible enough, as were the few words he'd written.
Listening, Remi tilts his head slightly and lets his eyes slip shut. "I suppose that is what I am most worried about...all the things he will say. The accusations...because he will not be wrong. I should have been there. I could have done more to protect them, but I.." But nothing. He had thought it would be fine, and it catastrophically hadn't been.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
