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
Mateo, used to these sorts of embraces given how emotional his parents were, just gurgles out a demand for later attention and allows himself to be sandwiched between his father and his name-sake. "Well at least this time I'm making new memories because I chose to, and not because they've been taken." Remi points out, his arms wanting to hold Isla forever but eventually letting her go.
Guardian of the woods though he might be, Remi isn't entirely sure just how far he can push this conversation, lest he makes himself out to be the arbiter of who is allowed into the woods and who isn't.
"Can we walk you back?" He asks, nodding toward Mateo who is still desperately clutching Isla's blonde hair. Familiar enough with leaving, the boy clearly has a sixth sense about him when it comes to someone leaving, and they can both see it in the way he squirms against the medic and buries his head against her chest.
Guardian of the woods though he might be, Remi isn't entirely sure just how far he can push this conversation, lest he makes himself out to be the arbiter of who is allowed into the woods and who isn't.
"Can we walk you back?" He asks, nodding toward Mateo who is still desperately clutching Isla's blonde hair. Familiar enough with leaving, the boy clearly has a sixth sense about him when it comes to someone leaving, and they can both see it in the way he squirms against the medic and buries his head against her chest.
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.
