keep you like a vendetta

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

Remi shakes his head a touch at that, unable to deflate his anger enough to be soothed by the fox's words. He can appreciate the sentiment well enough, though he isn't able to feel the calming effects it might otherwise have. All he hears is that the fox isn't his husband, which is both precisely what he needs to be reminded of, and also acid against his frayed nerves.

Remi's wings fall limply at his side, a squirrel edging toward the bloody beast and risking its life to steal a feather with which to line its burrow. Hardly noticing, the Lullaby just absently bobs his head, before his eyes refocus and he's able to give the fox a properly broken and hopeless look. "Yeah..I'll...uhm..I'll be in to help in.." A minute? A while? Gods, but he doesn't know.

The Lullaby