This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Mort's words cut through the golden serenity his presence had draped around them all, freezing Remi to his core and stealing away his breath. No, he thinks desperately, turning to watch with wide and nearly feral eyes as Enzo moves to embrace Mateoone. last. time. Feeling his fingers grow tense as his muscles contract with the sort of arrogant power Remi was more or less known for, the Lullaby feathers his jaw as he looks towards Mort. Was there any way around this? Any weakness he could exploit, anything of himself he could give up instead?
Before he might have bartered or bargained, Enzo was in his arms, pressing his lips to his brow. Pulling the boy tightly against him, Remi's mind whirls for the right words to express what he thinks and feels, and then as the seconds tick by he searches for any words at all. Tongue-tied and finding himself unprepared for a moment he'd been preparing for for the last year, the Lullaby can only curl his fingers into Enzo's hair, and pray that in some afterlife or other he might be able to atone for all the days he missed watching his son grow up.
"I love you so very, very much."
Before he might have bartered or bargained, Enzo was in his arms, pressing his lips to his brow. Pulling the boy tightly against him, Remi's mind whirls for the right words to express what he thinks and feels, and then as the seconds tick by he searches for any words at all. Tongue-tied and finding himself unprepared for a moment he'd been preparing for for the last year, the Lullaby can only curl his fingers into Enzo's hair, and pray that in some afterlife or other he might be able to atone for all the days he missed watching his son grow up.
"I love you so very, very much."
REMI
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.
