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?
Snorting at that, a wicked sort of amusement brightens Remi's sea-glass stare for a moment. "Have you met my husband yet?" He wonders. "Straight, taken, uninterested...if you meet Ronin, you will understand why Safrin would want him." Remi explains, though his smile falters into a sneer. "I have no doubt that she loves him in her own twisted way, but a child served to bind them together in ways simple promises of fealty never quite could."
Sipping in a breath before exhaling it sharply through his nose, Remi shrugs. "Because she's conceited and vain and jealous?" He suggests sharply, before rolling his wrist as if there were many more reasons he could give.
Sipping in a breath before exhaling it sharply through his nose, Remi shrugs. "Because she's conceited and vain and jealous?" He suggests sharply, before rolling his wrist as if there were many more reasons he could give.
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.
