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?
Grinning, the pain forgotten in the face of Vai's sarcasm and affection, Remi nods. "That is better, yes." He agrees chipperly, inhaling the familiar (and delicious) smells of the witch's cabin. In the warm light let in by the shutters, Vai seems to shine amidst the dust motes that circle around her. Beautiful as ever, the alchemist finds himself suddenly distracted by just how fragile he and everything else in this world was, despite how very often he acted as if it wasn't. Reaching out with his good arm to tug her close, Remi nuzzles his cheek against the top of her head, holding her as tightly as he dared. "I acted very stupidly yesterday." He murmurs into her wild curls. "And I love you. I want you to know that."
Extracting himself from her gingerly, Remi sits down at the table, though keeps his arm aloft so as not to bleed everywhere.
Extracting himself from her gingerly, Remi sits down at the table, though keeps his arm aloft so as not to bleed everywhere.
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.
