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
'Is...is that a thing parents are meant to do? Ask their children how long they want to stay in school?" Frowning, Remi rubs at his curls. Honestly, he thinks Mateo would know best about what he did or didn't need to know about how to handle his future, but that didn't make Remi feel like any less of a shit parent for leaving it up to him.
'I thought you wanted to wait until tomorrow?' Remi shoots back, although now the metaphors have been mixed enough that he doesn't know what they're being serious about. Fluttering from his hair, Oria picks up a chunk of bread and carries it toward Sugar. Placing it down a polite distance away, the small spriggan trills and points at a carrot that the dragonling hasn't eaten yet, clearly suggesting a trade.
'Care to shower?'
'I thought you wanted to wait until tomorrow?' Remi shoots back, although now the metaphors have been mixed enough that he doesn't know what they're being serious about. Fluttering from his hair, Oria picks up a chunk of bread and carries it toward Sugar. Placing it down a polite distance away, the small spriggan trills and points at a carrot that the dragonling hasn't eaten yet, clearly suggesting a trade.
'Care to shower?'
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.