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?
Appreciating the lack of skin-on-skin contact, Remi settles against the Nightshade even as his eyes scan the swirls of stars overhead. "I can imagine it being true." The alchemist says thoughtfully, shrugging softly. "I would hope that were Ronin and I ever to be separated in that way we would be given a night together once a year." Smirking to himself, Remi's dimples deepen. "Though knowing us, I think even Mort and Vi would have a difficult time keeping us apart."
Narrowing his eyes and lowering his head slightly that he might see the stars from Maeve's perspective, Remi sees the tangle of stars that likely made up the constellations she was referring to. "What myths would be told about you, if you were a constellation? Would you be a dancer stretching across the galaxies? A blush of nightshade?"
Narrowing his eyes and lowering his head slightly that he might see the stars from Maeve's perspective, Remi sees the tangle of stars that likely made up the constellations she was referring to. "What myths would be told about you, if you were a constellation? Would you be a dancer stretching across the galaxies? A blush of nightshade?"
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.
