right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Remi watches Ianto retreat into the wagon the way one might watch a mist over a lake. It's without real thought or attention, and yet distantly the alchemist is aware that the fox has left. He's aware too of the sounds and smells coming from inside the wagon, though he can't seem to find the energy to make himself move. The cuts on his back from the tree are tiny annoyances; his hands are in a terrible state, but Remi hardly has the heart to care.
Eventually, Ianto returns, and Remi regards him with a dull green stare that suggests that the alchemist has fallen into a vague state of shock. He looks from the fox's blue stare, to the steaming cup of tea at his side, and then back up again, seemingly not comprehending any of it.
"This was about how old Aoife was when Ronin was gone before, too." Remi says, swallowing hard and curling in a leg as if meaning to stand up. It takes him a moment before he finally forces himself to stand, a few more feathers falling away from his back as he rises.
Eventually, Ianto returns, and Remi regards him with a dull green stare that suggests that the alchemist has fallen into a vague state of shock. He looks from the fox's blue stare, to the steaming cup of tea at his side, and then back up again, seemingly not comprehending any of it.
"This was about how old Aoife was when Ronin was gone before, too." Remi says, swallowing hard and curling in a leg as if meaning to stand up. It takes him a moment before he finally forces himself to stand, a few more feathers falling away from his back as he rises.
The Lullaby
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.
