walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
The sound of Flora’s voice was as foreign as it was recognizable. Only a month ago she had been a child, and though her voice was not terribly different now, it was underpinned by a confidence and disregard for rules that was reserved for teenagers. Finding his shoulders bunching again, Remi made himself turn slowly towards the sound of her voice, lest he find his fingers suddenly clawed. “I take it you are not asking for my permission then?” Sighing slightly, Remi shifted the broken board he was holding in one of his hands and raised his eyes to give his daughter his full attention.
“Does your mother know?” He wondered, unsure if he was asking to see if this choice had already been vetted, or simply to find out if he was the last to know.
“Does your mother know?” He wondered, unsure if he was asking to see if this choice had already been vetted, or simply to find out if he was the last to know.
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.
