[se] passing afternoon

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Thanks to Flora - though unbeknownst to Remi that his daughter had been the mastermind behind the vial of memories he'd recently drank - the Lullaby had found a new lease on life. It wasn't just having his (one and only) friend back in his life that had caused the shift in his perception of things, but having watched himself go from bumbling and boyish alchemist to asshole demigod who justified his unwillingness to help others and short temper by pointing out the hardships he'd had to endure (as if no one else had ever done anything similar), had been just the sort of wake up call he'd needed.

All that is just to say that rather than stalking around the Archive looking hostile and grumpy, today the Lullaby was bookishly enthralled in scouring the shelves for information on the physics of water.

Wearing a chambray shirt whose cuffs and hems were stained with smears of charcoal, Remi peered at the shelves mouthing the titles of each book as his gaze passed over them. His right hand, ghostly and with a mind more or less of its own, spider-walked its way across the various tombs as if sensing the information inside through his fingertips. It could do no such thing of course, but thanks to Ludo, his right arm was always wont to seem like it was included in whatever it was Remi was doing.