the lullaby
Blinking into the sunlight as the world turns bright and a good deal cooler, Remi comes to an abrupt stop. In all the ways he'd allowed himself to imagine this moment might go, certainly, none of them had been quite like this. Sure, there had been fire, maybe a little blood, definitely some yelling, and if he's perfectly candid a few did have Isla positioned somewhat on her knees, but never had these factors assembled themselves in quite this way.
As if he'd been doused with water, the fire instantly fades from the Lullaby and though he was never the sort of man to be described as small these days, certainly the lack of flames made him seem less than he had just moments before. Opening his mouth, Remi only gapes at Isla for a moment as if having expected the right words to come tumbling out of his lips now that he'd done his part and found the Remedy. Only..when nothing came, Remi was struck once again by just how wildly arrogant he was being.
Sinking down onto his knees before her, his hands placatingly held out, the Lullaby finds himself utterly tongue-tied. His fingers tremble as if trying to trace the beginning of an apology for his eyes to simply read, but he is too undone by the sheer vivacity of the woman before him. Though her eyes were the same sharp blue, the colour in her cheeks made them seem to glow given the contrast, and though at any other time he might have second-guessed the thought that Isla suddenly had more freckles banding across her nose, after having just literally watched her transform before her eyes only days before, he could quite confidently say her skin had never been like this.
"I know," Remi forces himself to say, inelegantly; swallowing hard he can practically feel time slipping away, and with it every scenario he'd imagined wherein he had time to properly explain.
"Isla," he tries again. In a far less realistic setting, Remi would be able to say her name such that she would hear the familiarity in it and know something had happened. But flush-cheeked and flustered as he was, Remi had no idea how it actually sounded at all. "Isla, gods I am so sorry."
As if he'd been doused with water, the fire instantly fades from the Lullaby and though he was never the sort of man to be described as small these days, certainly the lack of flames made him seem less than he had just moments before. Opening his mouth, Remi only gapes at Isla for a moment as if having expected the right words to come tumbling out of his lips now that he'd done his part and found the Remedy. Only..when nothing came, Remi was struck once again by just how wildly arrogant he was being.
Sinking down onto his knees before her, his hands placatingly held out, the Lullaby finds himself utterly tongue-tied. His fingers tremble as if trying to trace the beginning of an apology for his eyes to simply read, but he is too undone by the sheer vivacity of the woman before him. Though her eyes were the same sharp blue, the colour in her cheeks made them seem to glow given the contrast, and though at any other time he might have second-guessed the thought that Isla suddenly had more freckles banding across her nose, after having just literally watched her transform before her eyes only days before, he could quite confidently say her skin had never been like this.
"I know," Remi forces himself to say, inelegantly; swallowing hard he can practically feel time slipping away, and with it every scenario he'd imagined wherein he had time to properly explain.
"Isla," he tries again. In a far less realistic setting, Remi would be able to say her name such that she would hear the familiarity in it and know something had happened. But flush-cheeked and flustered as he was, Remi had no idea how it actually sounded at all. "Isla, gods I am so sorry."
You trace my lines, stirring my soul
shoot sparks at the heart of the world
& I watch it explode
shoot sparks at the heart of the world
& I watch it explode
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.
