right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Remi turns around properly at that, Ronin's starlight making his eyes look impossibly pale green as he frowns up at the Star. "Pheonixes?" He repeats with a curious tilt to his head. They've been down this demigod path long enough now that Remi can all but guess what has happened, but a phoenix?
But then Ronin explains and Remi's expression darkens considerably as he turns away. "She did, did she. Out of the kindness of her heart, I expect?" Because if Ronin knew about Vi and his intervention, he'd likely have already said something about it.
That bitch.
Mumbling a thank you—or at least a guttural sort of noise that sounds appreciative—Remi wraps it around himself, loving and hating the way it smells of Ronin. Chewing the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, Remi lets the words sink in for a moment before softly exhaling. "After Aoife...After Isla...I think I thought if I could be content with you and only you, especially with what we are now, I'd never have to feel that sort of loss again." Remi looks down, his eyes blurring away the details of the blanket because of the tears dropping onto the material. "She was so perfect." He whispers. "And everyone else is so broken, that it's..it's hard to want to love anyone else, after her. It's hard to care about them."
Not Ronin of course, but their friends? Birthdays and weddings, dinner parties and crushes...gods it was all so meaningless when held up against Aoife's smile.
"I also don't know how." Remi adds, leaning back against the bed slightly. "I don't know how to be the thing that might end up at your door and end all of your tomorrows, but also to talk about baking, or the weather." Remi's laugh is dry, but a touch warmer than it might have otherwise been, if not for the blanket now wrapped around him.
But then Ronin explains and Remi's expression darkens considerably as he turns away. "She did, did she. Out of the kindness of her heart, I expect?" Because if Ronin knew about Vi and his intervention, he'd likely have already said something about it.
That bitch.
Mumbling a thank you—or at least a guttural sort of noise that sounds appreciative—Remi wraps it around himself, loving and hating the way it smells of Ronin. Chewing the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, Remi lets the words sink in for a moment before softly exhaling. "After Aoife...After Isla...I think I thought if I could be content with you and only you, especially with what we are now, I'd never have to feel that sort of loss again." Remi looks down, his eyes blurring away the details of the blanket because of the tears dropping onto the material. "She was so perfect." He whispers. "And everyone else is so broken, that it's..it's hard to want to love anyone else, after her. It's hard to care about them."
Not Ronin of course, but their friends? Birthdays and weddings, dinner parties and crushes...gods it was all so meaningless when held up against Aoife's smile.
"I also don't know how." Remi adds, leaning back against the bed slightly. "I don't know how to be the thing that might end up at your door and end all of your tomorrows, but also to talk about baking, or the weather." Remi's laugh is dry, but a touch warmer than it might have otherwise been, if not for the blanket now wrapped around 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.
