i'm not the man they think i am at home
"Mmmmmmm." The Lullaby agrees, doing his best to sound chipper and wishing that he was the Accepted here so that he might channel his husband and steal a bit of his charm.
"Jack. He commands the..." Frowning, Remi stares into the distance, willing his mind to shift the lazy clouds into the name of Jack's ship. "..Ark, I think it is called." Pulling his tongue back from the corner of his lip, the Lullaby glances at his son. "He is a criminal, but very near the top of the food chain." Remi's right-hand rolls absently at the wrist as if to say and so it goes.
Trying to keep his expression neutral even as a fist of ice water punches in his guts, Remi turns and gingerly accepts the small packets of seeds. Once, long ago, this would have been precisely the sort of gift he might have given, poor as he was. Now, upon receiving it, he couldn't help but notice the similarities between who he had once been and the man Mateo was now; perhaps all the more so given how Mateo was dressed today.
Turning the packets over and looking at his son's writing rather than the words written there, Remi swallows around a lump of guilt in the back of his throat. "Grazie. You know...if you would like, you could come back with your father and I to the mountain. I am sure there are many things that grow there that cannot be found anywhere else in the world. Certainly, flowers from the amphitheatre would make very unique gifts in your shop."
"Jack. He commands the..." Frowning, Remi stares into the distance, willing his mind to shift the lazy clouds into the name of Jack's ship. "..Ark, I think it is called." Pulling his tongue back from the corner of his lip, the Lullaby glances at his son. "He is a criminal, but very near the top of the food chain." Remi's right-hand rolls absently at the wrist as if to say and so it goes.
Trying to keep his expression neutral even as a fist of ice water punches in his guts, Remi turns and gingerly accepts the small packets of seeds. Once, long ago, this would have been precisely the sort of gift he might have given, poor as he was. Now, upon receiving it, he couldn't help but notice the similarities between who he had once been and the man Mateo was now; perhaps all the more so given how Mateo was dressed today.
Turning the packets over and looking at his son's writing rather than the words written there, Remi swallows around a lump of guilt in the back of his throat. "Grazie. You know...if you would like, you could come back with your father and I to the mountain. I am sure there are many things that grow there that cannot be found anywhere else in the world. Certainly, flowers from the amphitheatre would make very unique gifts in your shop."
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.
