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
Surely there was a difference between not wanting to be a father to Seren and being the special brand of asshole Remi was currently being. Though just now, Remi couldn't see it. All he knew was that it wasn't Seren's fault, and yet she, with her eyes and curls and delicate lips and fingers all of which Aoife should have grown into, were such an easy target for his rage-soaked-grief.
"Nope, she can't. She can't see any of this, but it isn't for her. Not really." Trying to force himself to soften, he looked up towards the girl with a soft and honest shrug. "She gets to be with Mort, but we still miss her. So...we do these things to remember her." Holding up one of the flowers and spinning it softly in his hands, Remi tried on a small that felt ill-fitting and small. "So you see...none of this is for Aoife, it's for us. Do you understand?"
"Nope, she can't. She can't see any of this, but it isn't for her. Not really." Trying to force himself to soften, he looked up towards the girl with a soft and honest shrug. "She gets to be with Mort, but we still miss her. So...we do these things to remember her." Holding up one of the flowers and spinning it softly in his hands, Remi tried on a small that felt ill-fitting and small. "So you see...none of this is for Aoife, it's for us. Do you understand?"
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.
