the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
"Hello to you too." Remi chuckles, blinking into the steam and finding that the herb-and-meat moisture on his face was shockingly pleasant. "I brought these for you." Holding out the chaotic assortment of wildflowers he'd plucked along the way, Remi hazards a crooked smile.
"I, uhm...got bit. I was hoping you could stitch it up for me." He explains, holding out his arm that the witch might see the extent of the damage. Much more swollen than the night before, dried blood and bits of bandage have fused themselves together up the side of Remi's arm, with clumps of hair and dust compliments of sleeping in an unclean bed. "Ronin tried last night, but...it's pretty bad." The Lullaby adds with an apologetic sigh, his gaze low and guilty.
"I, uhm...got bit. I was hoping you could stitch it up for me." He explains, holding out his arm that the witch might see the extent of the damage. Much more swollen than the night before, dried blood and bits of bandage have fused themselves together up the side of Remi's arm, with clumps of hair and dust compliments of sleeping in an unclean bed. "Ronin tried last night, but...it's pretty bad." The Lullaby adds with an apologetic sigh, his gaze low and guilty.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
