right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
It makes no sense, with the opening of the drawer and the sound of something very large hitting the floor, but Remi's mind immediately imagines that Ronin has taken off his ring. Or, that it was already off, and is now being cast beside him. Perhaps that's why when he eventually turns a wary gaze over his shoulder, he's surprised to see the leather-bound sketchbook that so resembles the one tucked away in the back of one of
Ianto's cupboards.
None of the pages contain Remin looking particularly monstrous, but then no one hangs hard time's on the wall. Of course Ronin chooses to memorialize the good times and not the bad.
Tilting his head further over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Ronin's slumped shape, Remi returns his stare to the floorboards between his knees, his forehead resting on his open palms. "It doesn't feel like it." He says finally; softly. It isn't an argument or a criticism. And he knows, gods he knows he is hard to love. He wouldn't fault Ronin at all for one day finally breaking and saying that no, he didn't love the monstrous side of the Lullaby.
Lifting his head that he might look at his palms, half expecting to see blood there, the Lullaby can only shake his head with a weary sort of admittance. "I had to know." Remi murmurs softly. Not a defence, just an explanation. "And in order to know, he had to believe it. He had to think he was in danger. And right before...he had to think he really was going to die." Swallowing hard and rubbing at a spot of nothing in the middle of his hand, Remi begins to turn his chin over his shoulder to look at Ronin, but then thinks better of it. "I didn't know that he was as..." Weak wasn't the right word, and it takes Remi a moment to find something that will work in its place. "..broken. You never told me any of it. I thought he'd face up to death the way you or I would." Cruel? Remi wasn't sure he agreed. But then that hardly mattered, if it was how Ronin saw him.
Ianto's cupboards.
None of the pages contain Remin looking particularly monstrous, but then no one hangs hard time's on the wall. Of course Ronin chooses to memorialize the good times and not the bad.
Tilting his head further over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Ronin's slumped shape, Remi returns his stare to the floorboards between his knees, his forehead resting on his open palms. "It doesn't feel like it." He says finally; softly. It isn't an argument or a criticism. And he knows, gods he knows he is hard to love. He wouldn't fault Ronin at all for one day finally breaking and saying that no, he didn't love the monstrous side of the Lullaby.
Lifting his head that he might look at his palms, half expecting to see blood there, the Lullaby can only shake his head with a weary sort of admittance. "I had to know." Remi murmurs softly. Not a defence, just an explanation. "And in order to know, he had to believe it. He had to think he was in danger. And right before...he had to think he really was going to die." Swallowing hard and rubbing at a spot of nothing in the middle of his hand, Remi begins to turn his chin over his shoulder to look at Ronin, but then thinks better of it. "I didn't know that he was as..." Weak wasn't the right word, and it takes Remi a moment to find something that will work in its place. "..broken. You never told me any of it. I thought he'd face up to death the way you or I would." Cruel? Remi wasn't sure he agreed. But then that hardly mattered, if it was how Ronin saw him.
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.
