a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
The shift to human form is perhaps more startling than anything else that has happened so far in this meeting, and Arsen pauses in the way one of his talons has been stretching languidly across the grass, maybe inching towards a fluffy tail so that he might have been able to tug at it. Now there's no tail, just wings, and a man whose reputation precedes him. "Fuck me," he drawls, "you're the Lullaby, ain't you?" Flopping back to sit on his backside, a position that makes the harpy look more gangly and awkward than the graceful crouch, he looks Remi up and down.
"A'right, I take it back. I bet you don't make a mess when you kill," he says through a scoff - somehow, the move to human form makes the Lullaby seem less intimidating and dangerous, though every tale Arsen has heard says that the very opposite is true. "What you doin' out here?"
"A'right, I take it back. I bet you don't make a mess when you kill," he says through a scoff - somehow, the move to human form makes the Lullaby seem less intimidating and dangerous, though every tale Arsen has heard says that the very opposite is true. "What you doin' out here?"
Arsen
