the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"Almost always." Remi admits without even a second's worth of hesitation. "It's so...so.." Honestly, just the thought of it is making his mouth water, dissolving whatever poor phrasing he might have use been about to use. Offering the Huntsman a look that's both an apology and a borderline threat of an impromptu roll in the hay (or grass, here in the Greatwood), the alchemist shrugs.
"A shit sandwich?" He repeats, wincing. "That sounds much worse." Listening to his husband's rephrasing (it also sounding worse), the alchemist frowns down at the ground as they walk. "Or, you are just so very good at it that it does not make sense for it to be anyone but you." He tries.
"General?" Remi wants tobite kiss the peppermint bark right our from between his husband's lips, but instead he just shakes his head. "I quite like the sound of Greatwood Dragon, actually."
"A shit sandwich?" He repeats, wincing. "That sounds much worse." Listening to his husband's rephrasing (it also sounding worse), the alchemist frowns down at the ground as they walk. "Or, you are just so very good at it that it does not make sense for it to be anyone but you." He tries.
"General?" Remi wants to
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
