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?
"I think you are probably the only one. I really hurt Ronin, this time." Remi admits, not ashamed to speak so candidly to Vai, but ashamed of his actions just the same. "I was hoping to collect as many of them as I could. Not so that I would be stronger, but to try and prevent a build up of power. If these relics are so important to the war, without them...maybe the war won't start." It's feeble reasoning and he knows it, but at this point, it feels better to do something than to simply sit about.
As Vai begins to scrub, feathers and bits of tawny hair appear in his curls and snarl up Remi's forearm. Clenching his left hand together to keep the claws suddenly protruding from carving his upset into the witch's table, the alchemist presses his teeth together and glares up at the ceiling. 'Mmmm.' He agrees unhappily. Despite Vai's gentle and skilled hands, every swipe of the cloth feels like fresh agony and without the numbing chill from the sea of glass, Remi finds that this hurts more than the initial wound had.
As Vai begins to scrub, feathers and bits of tawny hair appear in his curls and snarl up Remi's forearm. Clenching his left hand together to keep the claws suddenly protruding from carving his upset into the witch's table, the alchemist presses his teeth together and glares up at the ceiling. 'Mmmm.' He agrees unhappily. Despite Vai's gentle and skilled hands, every swipe of the cloth feels like fresh agony and without the numbing chill from the sea of glass, Remi finds that this hurts more than the initial wound had.
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.
