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?
The skin around Remi's nose and upper lip twitch in response as if he isn't sure whether or not to snarl or speak. The vial is behind them, somewhere, forgotten in the haze and haste of the moment. Selfishly Remi thinks of Isla as his body prevents Neron from moving, wishing that it could be the Remedy before him, while also knowing exactly why it couldn't—and shouldn't—be her.
Not wanting to turn his back on Neron for a multitude of reasons, Remi instead raises one of his hands to reveal a nearly identical glass vial. He'd worked with them often enough that conjuring one from his memory was easy, even in this state of mind. Lowering it to where Neron's fluid was dripping in lazy tributaries down his wrist and onto Remi's fingers, the Lullaby adjusts his grip that the vial might catch the silvery fluid. Pressing his thumb into Neron's skin to encourage the flow, Remi considers something for a moment before cocking his head slightly to the side.
"The things I can do...I can feel everything someone is feeling just by touch." He whispers, his fingers tightening around Neron's wrist as he leans forward. "The things you can learn about a person..." The corners of Remi's lips edge dangerously toward a smile, or the shape of a kiss perhaps. "Go on. Give it a try."
Not wanting to turn his back on Neron for a multitude of reasons, Remi instead raises one of his hands to reveal a nearly identical glass vial. He'd worked with them often enough that conjuring one from his memory was easy, even in this state of mind. Lowering it to where Neron's fluid was dripping in lazy tributaries down his wrist and onto Remi's fingers, the Lullaby adjusts his grip that the vial might catch the silvery fluid. Pressing his thumb into Neron's skin to encourage the flow, Remi considers something for a moment before cocking his head slightly to the side.
"The things I can do...I can feel everything someone is feeling just by touch." He whispers, his fingers tightening around Neron's wrist as he leans forward. "The things you can learn about a person..." The corners of Remi's lips edge dangerously toward a smile, or the shape of a kiss perhaps. "Go on. Give it a try."
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.
