the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Looking at the whorls of melting cream in his coffee, Remi considers. "Maybe." He replies vaguely. "I think this is the first time we've all been together since...." The Incident. "..and I don't know how to describe it. I'm probably just being insecure for no reason." No good reason, anyway.
Picking up his cup, Remi pauses just before it touches his lip. His eyes have gone unfocused as he tries to stare at the dollop of cream, but it's too close now for him to see and his eyes keep trying to focus on his nose. "I think the dagger thought about killing me. I felt it, just for a second." He says almost conversationally, before taking a far too-hot sip of coffee and ignoring the way his lip and tongue began to sing with the heat.
Picking up his cup, Remi pauses just before it touches his lip. His eyes have gone unfocused as he tries to stare at the dollop of cream, but it's too close now for him to see and his eyes keep trying to focus on his nose. "I think the dagger thought about killing me. I felt it, just for a second." He says almost conversationally, before taking a far too-hot sip of coffee and ignoring the way his lip and tongue began to sing with the heat.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
