This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi is slow to acknowledge her words, or what her gesture means, lest he act and react faster than his mind is able to reconcile. It is times like these that the Lullaby is too strong for his own good, for wouldn't it be easier to simply lock Hotaru away in a dream forever? To keep her body cared for while her mind was imprisoned somewhere that it couldn't cause him any more strain? He could kill her just as easily, and no one would know. He could probably even barter with Ludo to take away the memory of what he'd done so that he wouldn't even know.
The twins wouldn't be the first in this world to grow up without a mother.
And so it is with intentional slowness and stillness that Remi swallows and moves forward to meet her, accepting her hand in a controlled gesture. At first his fingertips only brush the tips of her own. If lies were to be found hidden amidst the colours of her emotions, better that her hand wasn't within his own. The temptation to break every one of her bones might be too strong to ignore. Instead though, as she knew he would, he finds only honesty and tones and textures that corroborate her words and what Phoebe had told him. "Phoebe...explained." He offers softly, his voice carefully measured. "I won't pretend to understand most of it, nor what it was you went through."
Sliding his fingers more fully between her own for what he wanted to know next, Remi's eyes rise from their tangled hands to regard her earnestly. "Will it happen again?"
The twins wouldn't be the first in this world to grow up without a mother.
And so it is with intentional slowness and stillness that Remi swallows and moves forward to meet her, accepting her hand in a controlled gesture. At first his fingertips only brush the tips of her own. If lies were to be found hidden amidst the colours of her emotions, better that her hand wasn't within his own. The temptation to break every one of her bones might be too strong to ignore. Instead though, as she knew he would, he finds only honesty and tones and textures that corroborate her words and what Phoebe had told him. "Phoebe...explained." He offers softly, his voice carefully measured. "I won't pretend to understand most of it, nor what it was you went through."
Sliding his fingers more fully between her own for what he wanted to know next, Remi's eyes rise from their tangled hands to regard her earnestly. "Will it happen again?"
REMI
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.
