i'm not the man they think i am at home
"Mmmm." Remi agrees affectionately, before nodding in earnest. "It would be silly. Besides, we could always give you a compass while we are experimenting so that you can leave if there is any sudden danger." This, of course, has the Lullaby thinking of the compass he'd given to Flora and Enzo for precisely the same thing, such that the merriment on his features dies away and his dimples grow shallow.
Mixing a hint of blue with aquamarine, Remi begins to let the paint dribble onto his canvas, ignoring the spiderwebs of colour that form and instead focusing merely on splots of saturation. Picking up his block he twists it this way and that, letting the paint run and spread as it pleased. Not taking his eyes off of the paint, Remi nods gently and without judgment to hear his son hadn't been sober.
"When..." Pausing, as if needing to remove some great weight from his chest before he could speak, Remi sighs slowly and begins again. "...when Aoife died, every relationship I had changed. With those, I was close to like Ronin and Vai, and even those I only knew enough to wave at. There was the Remi who had Aoife, and then there was a new Remi who did not." His voice had taken on a winding affect as he circled around the point he was trying to make. Gods knew Remi was out of practice giving advice, and giving it to his son about his daughter was all the more foreign a concept.
"I think Flora needs to learn how to be your sister, now that she is someone new." Letting the block settle in his lap, the Lullaby glances over his shoulder with a soft stare. "And maybe you do too. You are no longer the older brother to a set of twins. Now it is only you and Flora and what that relationship looks like might not be anything at all like the old one."
Mixing a hint of blue with aquamarine, Remi begins to let the paint dribble onto his canvas, ignoring the spiderwebs of colour that form and instead focusing merely on splots of saturation. Picking up his block he twists it this way and that, letting the paint run and spread as it pleased. Not taking his eyes off of the paint, Remi nods gently and without judgment to hear his son hadn't been sober.
"When..." Pausing, as if needing to remove some great weight from his chest before he could speak, Remi sighs slowly and begins again. "...when Aoife died, every relationship I had changed. With those, I was close to like Ronin and Vai, and even those I only knew enough to wave at. There was the Remi who had Aoife, and then there was a new Remi who did not." His voice had taken on a winding affect as he circled around the point he was trying to make. Gods knew Remi was out of practice giving advice, and giving it to his son about his daughter was all the more foreign a concept.
"I think Flora needs to learn how to be your sister, now that she is someone new." Letting the block settle in his lap, the Lullaby glances over his shoulder with a soft stare. "And maybe you do too. You are no longer the older brother to a set of twins. Now it is only you and Flora and what that relationship looks like might not be anything at all like the old one."
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.
