right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
"I suppose I have as well." He agrees, and whether or not that fact sits easily with him or not is entirely lost in the nod of his head and the way he moves to lay beside her. Reaching out that he might gather her against him—her back to him, her head against his chest, or simply at his side, he wasn't picky—the alchemist darkens considerably at what she says next.
He stares at the ceiling, his breath the only real sound in the room. "I think lucky...is the farther from what Ronin is." Remi says in a voice that is flat, but only because of the effort made on the alchemist's part to keep it from sounding completely twisted and sour. His jaw clenches and immediately his hands begin wandering over Isla again; fingertips, feathers, and claws alike softly seek out places not yet explored.
He stares at the ceiling, his breath the only real sound in the room. "I think lucky...is the farther from what Ronin is." Remi says in a voice that is flat, but only because of the effort made on the alchemist's part to keep it from sounding completely twisted and sour. His jaw clenches and immediately his hands begin wandering over Isla again; fingertips, feathers, and claws alike softly seek out places not yet explored.
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.
