the lullaby
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
The cake isn't as sweet as the company, but Remi would be lying if he said it didn't hit the spot. Still, there's a twitchiness to the alchemist's movements as he eats and makes small talk, and though he tries to hide it, he's all too eager to have Ronin to himself if only for a few hours. As the Star puts their son to bed, Remi (badly) cleans up the kitchen, unable to focus as his mind is pulled in every which direction, before pacing about their room.
Sitting by an open window to try and capitalize on the breeze blowing outside, Remi rakes a hand through his curls, starting somewhat as the door is softly pushed open. With an instant smile he's on his feet, skirting the bed that he might tug Ronin toward him again. Words ball up in the back of Remi's throat—small talk mostly, none of it important—but he can't seem to find the motivation for any of it. "Kiss me." He begs with a crooked smile. "Per favore baciami. Mi sei mancato tanto."
Sitting by an open window to try and capitalize on the breeze blowing outside, Remi rakes a hand through his curls, starting somewhat as the door is softly pushed open. With an instant smile he's on his feet, skirting the bed that he might tug Ronin toward him again. Words ball up in the back of Remi's throat—small talk mostly, none of it important—but he can't seem to find the motivation for any of it. "Kiss me." He begs with a crooked smile. "Per favore baciami. Mi sei mancato tanto."
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
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.
