the lullaby
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Frowning hard at that - no, of course he wasn't a common man, and yes people he didn't know knew of him, and all of that was precisely the reason he preferred to stay on his mountain these days - the alchemist exhales a burst of air that has his nostrils flaring slightly. Though he wants to roll his eyes in annoyance, instead he simply feathers his jaw in order to release the tension building up in his shoulders and drawing them towards his ears.
At first, the name means nothing. Everything about Isla from the sketches he'd made to the meticulous details of their history together, was bound in a notebook that the Lullaby hadn't thought of in months. Though it sat amidst some of his most treasured items, there was a layer of dust that coated the clasp holding the pages firmly together.
Of course?
Straightening fully, one half of the snare still in his hand, the Lullaby gives this stranger his full attention. Though his sea glass stare drinks her in the way it perhaps once did, now it's without any recognition despite the scrutiny. Apt as his drawings of the Remedy might once have been, no longer being an ascended had changed her appearance over and above the sun-kissed glow of her skin. Able to eat and drink again had altered her face in ways his drawings hadn't captured, not that he remembered them with any real accuracy just now. Her name though...
In that moment he feels the strangest sense of obligation to give the woman before him a hug, to smile and apologize, though he feels none of the things which might motivate him to actually act. You're Isla Lockwood, and I was so in love with you I had to forget you despite knowing how devastating that would be.
"Oh."
At first, the name means nothing. Everything about Isla from the sketches he'd made to the meticulous details of their history together, was bound in a notebook that the Lullaby hadn't thought of in months. Though it sat amidst some of his most treasured items, there was a layer of dust that coated the clasp holding the pages firmly together.
Of course?
Straightening fully, one half of the snare still in his hand, the Lullaby gives this stranger his full attention. Though his sea glass stare drinks her in the way it perhaps once did, now it's without any recognition despite the scrutiny. Apt as his drawings of the Remedy might once have been, no longer being an ascended had changed her appearance over and above the sun-kissed glow of her skin. Able to eat and drink again had altered her face in ways his drawings hadn't captured, not that he remembered them with any real accuracy just now. Her name though...
In that moment he feels the strangest sense of obligation to give the woman before him a hug, to smile and apologize, though he feels none of the things which might motivate him to actually act. You're Isla Lockwood, and I was so in love with you I had to forget you despite knowing how devastating that would be.
"Oh."
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
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.
