the lullaby
You'd not be wrong in assuming that after having watched back the entirety of his history with Isla, Remi would have left the Greatwood lusting after the medic with an erection like a dowsing rod, leading the way right to her. Or perhaps you might have thought that though he was filled with renewed desire, he'd thoughtfully go home and fuck his husband before seeking out the Remedy. This is all perfectly understandable of course, given the tumultuous and magnetic history between Remi and Isla, but it couldn't be farther from what in fact took place. Instead of being brazenly overcome with need or worse yet, a love to rival that which he felt with Ronin, Remi only felt guilt. It was the sort of guilt that had him falling to his knees and vomiting amongst the trees of the Greatwood, the sort that had a cold sweat breaking out across his skin sending his body into the convulsive sorts of shivers that no amount of heat could ever still. The sort that insidiously found its way into the soft marrow of his bones and bloomed there, spreading as rapidly as the Blight once had.
That Isla was nearly impossible to find hadn't helped matters.
After searching King's End only for rumours of the pretty blonde wot could heal anythin' having fucked off Remi had been utterly at a loss as to where to look for the Remedy. Having not been for her friend for nearly two years had put the Lullaby at a distinct disadvantage, and had Isla not been the sort of woman that men couldn't fail to notice (women too, though they weren't as loud about it), he'd likely not have found at her at all. Thanks to a tip from Flora of all people, and gods but he didn't have the mental focus to think too hard about that just now, he headed toward the cannibalistic island where he was told Isla had gone to hunt.
Though stiff ocean breezes were currently doing their best to cool down the majority of Torchline, Metacarpal Island was still rather humid and warm thanks to the thick intertwining canopy of leaves overhead. In a simple white shirt and tan pants, Remi had unconsciously opted for a look more reminiscent of who he had once been so very long ago.
That Isla was nearly impossible to find hadn't helped matters.
After searching King's End only for rumours of the pretty blonde wot could heal anythin' having fucked off Remi had been utterly at a loss as to where to look for the Remedy. Having not been for her friend for nearly two years had put the Lullaby at a distinct disadvantage, and had Isla not been the sort of woman that men couldn't fail to notice (women too, though they weren't as loud about it), he'd likely not have found at her at all. Thanks to a tip from Flora of all people, and gods but he didn't have the mental focus to think too hard about that just now, he headed toward the cannibalistic island where he was told Isla had gone to hunt.
Though stiff ocean breezes were currently doing their best to cool down the majority of Torchline, Metacarpal Island was still rather humid and warm thanks to the thick intertwining canopy of leaves overhead. In a simple white shirt and tan pants, Remi had unconsciously opted for a look more reminiscent of who he had once been so very long ago.
You trace my lines, stirring my soul
shoot sparks at the heart of the world
& I watch it explode
shoot sparks at the heart of the world
& I watch it explode
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.
