the lullaby
Trying not to either laugh or sob with relief at her words, Remi merely draws in a shaky breath and nods, trying to collect himself. Hazarding a look in her direction, the Lullaby's gaze softens considerably as he - here you are being selfish again, Remi - takes one final look at her before trying to find someway of spelling this all out for her.
"A few days ago I received a letter...from myself." He begins, rolling his shoulders and trying not to let himself become bogged down on details. "It was posted-dated to arrive this year and at the beginning of this season, and said that so long as there was no threat from the Voice any longer, to keep reading.
It said that I placed...not our memories into a vial, but...our history, I suppose, and that if I drank it I could watch it all back." The Lullaby shivers, from guilt as much as the weightiness of it all, his stomach clenching again. "It was all there, right from the beginning." In a voice hardly more than a whisper now, Remi gnaws at the inside of one cheek before glancing at Isla. The tears he'd been blinking back now trickle down his cheek like silvery streams in the sunlight.
Swallowing hard around the lump in his throat and forcing a small smile as if that might make it easier to begin speaking again, Remi exhales shakily and looks down into his palm. Rubbing at it, a claw appears and disappears with the pressure, not unlike the way a cats' might. "I am not sure I have ever hated myself more. Of all the things I have ever done..." Pausing, his throat suddenly choked off, Remi blinks his eyes closed. "gods Isla." The words threaten to become a sob, though for all the Lullaby's tense shoulders and stomach, he can barely stop it.
"I took you for granted the entire time. I was so selfish, for all of our relationship."
"A few days ago I received a letter...from myself." He begins, rolling his shoulders and trying not to let himself become bogged down on details. "It was posted-dated to arrive this year and at the beginning of this season, and said that so long as there was no threat from the Voice any longer, to keep reading.
It said that I placed...not our memories into a vial, but...our history, I suppose, and that if I drank it I could watch it all back." The Lullaby shivers, from guilt as much as the weightiness of it all, his stomach clenching again. "It was all there, right from the beginning." In a voice hardly more than a whisper now, Remi gnaws at the inside of one cheek before glancing at Isla. The tears he'd been blinking back now trickle down his cheek like silvery streams in the sunlight.
Swallowing hard around the lump in his throat and forcing a small smile as if that might make it easier to begin speaking again, Remi exhales shakily and looks down into his palm. Rubbing at it, a claw appears and disappears with the pressure, not unlike the way a cats' might. "I am not sure I have ever hated myself more. Of all the things I have ever done..." Pausing, his throat suddenly choked off, Remi blinks his eyes closed. "gods Isla." The words threaten to become a sob, though for all the Lullaby's tense shoulders and stomach, he can barely stop it.
"I took you for granted the entire time. I was so selfish, for all of our relationship."
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.
