the lullaby
And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
"What? Be helpful?" Remi counters, though they both know that's just as absurd given all of the alchemist's hard edges. He's working on smoothing them down, but it takes time. Gasping at the notion of real kisses to come, Remi sits up straight and squares his shoulders, expecting a blast of light that is sure to wake up everyone in the surrounding buildings. Instead, an ethereal figure appears, stunning and softly outlined in cosmic periwinkle. Biting the inside of his cheek and inhaling deeply the smell of petrichor she exudes, Remi tries not to flinch as her lips kiss away his wounds.
She disappears and though Remi doesn't need to say it, his expression is one that very much says: I do not like that. Safrin's handiwork is always hard to bear, but no more so than when it's displayed in such a beautiful form.
"Can I tell you a secret? Something Isla said and it is unfair and stupid but I feel like if I do not say it out loud, I might burst." It's hard to tell if he's serious or not.
She disappears and though Remi doesn't need to say it, his expression is one that very much says: I do not like that. Safrin's handiwork is always hard to bear, but no more so than when it's displayed in such a beautiful form.
"Can I tell you a secret? Something Isla said and it is unfair and stupid but I feel like if I do not say it out loud, I might burst." It's hard to tell if he's serious or not.
If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
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.
