ZEPHYR
No promise sweeter than a blood pact
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
"Ah, so the top-sekrit meetings are real." You do not match Remi for his smile, but your calm voice holds a hint of wryness that creases the corners of your eyes. It's a weird thing, floating languidly along shoulder-to-shoulder with a Ludo-blighted demigod/governor while he cracks a joke, but you've long since given up on clinging to any semblance of normal. Times they are a-changin'; better keep up, old man.
A meeting of the mind sounds very official. Snorting, you rise the bottle up again, taking a drink before offering it back to the Alchemist. "Sounds like a right nightmare. My condolences." Why the fuck anyone would want any part in government is far beyond your ken.
A meeting of the mind sounds very official. Snorting, you rise the bottle up again, taking a drink before offering it back to the Alchemist. "Sounds like a right nightmare. My condolences." Why the fuck anyone would want any part in government is far beyond your ken.
Though you repent and don sackcloth
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
