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
That Remi wanted to be a good father was never, (he hoped), up for debate. Whether or not he ever had been one, at least since the death of his first child, certainly was. Having been channelled to help Flora and Mateo during their jungle escapades was certainly a new experience for the Lullaby, and no sooner had he returned than he and Ronin had set off for Torchline. Of course the next day he’d received a raven from his daughter asking him for even more alcohol for the Hanged Man, which had sent him back to the mountains to fulfil her request. Just as she’d suspected, he did have a cache of gin he’d
been distilling beneath the waterfall. Though Remi had wanted it to age a while longer, he was just as helpless to ignore his daughter’s request as he’d been her channelling.
”Ciao, Flora.” He called, nudging open the batwing doors with his hip. In his arms he carried two crates, with a third held within the coils of his tentacles. It was an unhappy sight perhaps, but an efficient one if nothing else.
been distilling beneath the waterfall. Though Remi had wanted it to age a while longer, he was just as helpless to ignore his daughter’s request as he’d been her channelling.
”Ciao, Flora.” He called, nudging open the batwing doors with his hip. In his arms he carried two crates, with a third held within the coils of his tentacles. It was an unhappy sight perhaps, but an efficient one if nothing else.
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.
