walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Her arms are suddenly around his neck, thin frame pressed against him. The instinct to return the gesture is there somewhere buried beneath the weight of a dead toddler. Still, Remi leans forward almost imperceptibly in an effort to reduce the strain on her arms. He isn't much taller of course and it isn't as though she's pulling at him, but there is something heavy in the gesture that tugs at him.
"Safrin and Ronin had...have...a child." He mumbled stiffly against the crook of her neck. His eyes remained open, blinking uncertainly into her shoulder, lips tugged down in a frown.
"Safrin and Ronin had...have...a child." He mumbled stiffly against the crook of her neck. His eyes remained open, blinking uncertainly into her shoulder, lips tugged down in a frown.
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.
