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
Had she said the word Northaven, it would have drawn a sleepy look of confusion from the Alchemist. Northaven; what was that? And where? Who they both had been then seemed more than just a lifetime ago. It had all happened to someone else it seemed, different versions of them. Remi no longer felt connected to the gentle and submissive man the way one ought to when it came to their younger selves.
'Nu-uh. We're the same height.' Remi corrected, before huffing against her thigh as he repositioned himself. Wrapping his arms around her as if her torso were nothing more than a pillow, he huffed again. "Not a habit it's a.." Well, it wasn't a skill. It wasn't even really a coping mechanism. It was just the sort of thing he did now, when things went sour.
Precisely like a habit.
"Shush. You drink too." He argued as if that was at all the same.
'Nu-uh. We're the same height.' Remi corrected, before huffing against her thigh as he repositioned himself. Wrapping his arms around her as if her torso were nothing more than a pillow, he huffed again. "Not a habit it's a.." Well, it wasn't a skill. It wasn't even really a coping mechanism. It was just the sort of thing he did now, when things went sour.
Precisely like a habit.
"Shush. You drink too." He argued as if that was at all the same.
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.
