the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"It would be my pleasure." He beams. Though many things have changed for Remi over the years, teaching others to fly has ever had a special place in his heart.
Listening softly, Remi imagines what it must have been like for Hotaru—feral and alone with just Atlas. He can't help the pang of sadness that falling from him like a rain-covered tree branch that's suddenly shaken by the wind, to hear her speak of her companion. "I am sorry for that." Remi offers with a tentative frown, knowing how little the words would mean now—years later—but compelled to say them just the same.
'It truly is.' Remi agrees, though his perceptions of the Greatwood might have been made all the rosier by the memories he had made there. 'Ah, well.' Letting his head move from side to side, he grins. "We will start by flying over the trees, mm?" Tempted to simply say she could find him around, their unborn child takes precedence over his roguishness enough for him to consider her question properly. "Officially I can be found in a rather large tree house by the Sea of Branches. Unofficially, Ronin and I live in a boat on the Stonesong."
Letting his eyes wash over her, finding it so strange to have been with her so intimately and yet find new things to notice about her each and every time they're together, Remi lets his head drift slightly to the side. "Is there anything I can do for you? I know here does not really count, but..." Offers of body rubs or massages, food and drink, she could have it all, insofar as that meant anything. He'd come to her in the real world too, as often and with anything at all she could ask for.
Listening softly, Remi imagines what it must have been like for Hotaru—feral and alone with just Atlas. He can't help the pang of sadness that falling from him like a rain-covered tree branch that's suddenly shaken by the wind, to hear her speak of her companion. "I am sorry for that." Remi offers with a tentative frown, knowing how little the words would mean now—years later—but compelled to say them just the same.
'It truly is.' Remi agrees, though his perceptions of the Greatwood might have been made all the rosier by the memories he had made there. 'Ah, well.' Letting his head move from side to side, he grins. "We will start by flying over the trees, mm?" Tempted to simply say she could find him around, their unborn child takes precedence over his roguishness enough for him to consider her question properly. "Officially I can be found in a rather large tree house by the Sea of Branches. Unofficially, Ronin and I live in a boat on the Stonesong."
Letting his eyes wash over her, finding it so strange to have been with her so intimately and yet find new things to notice about her each and every time they're together, Remi lets his head drift slightly to the side. "Is there anything I can do for you? I know here does not really count, but..." Offers of body rubs or massages, food and drink, she could have it all, insofar as that meant anything. He'd come to her in the real world too, as often and with anything at all she could ask for.
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
