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?
Quite content to scritch and fuss over the dragon, the conversation might have ended with a, you'd do better to channel my husband rather than me and a terse goodbye. Safrin's name however, slipping so innocently from the courier's lips, has Remi's fingers stilling from where they'd been tracing patterns on Boreal's head. "...yes." The demigod replies in a steely tone, his gaze moving with intentional slowness towards Tal, as if he might buy himself time to temper his expression.
"I would avoid her, were I you. Unless you are the sort who likes to be hopelessly tangled up in strings you can never escape, but.." Giving the courier a quick up and down, the alchemist shakes his head. "..you do not strike me as the type."
"I would avoid her, were I you. Unless you are the sort who likes to be hopelessly tangled up in strings you can never escape, but.." Giving the courier a quick up and down, the alchemist shakes his head. "..you do not strike me as the type."
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.
