wherever we roam

the lullaby

You are colors in the sky after forty rains

There's something so intoxicating about the imagined feel of his skin pressed against the bark of a tree with Ronin's hands tangled around him, that it has Remi stutter-stepping as he strolls along. Clearing his throat and glancing up toward the trees as if perhaps an icy raincloud might appear to cool him off, the alchemist pulls in a breath that does absolutely nothing. That's two. He sends to Ronin, in a tone they might have used on Mateo when he was younger. And what happened when we get to three? Well in this case, one of them would certainly end up on the ground.

'Did I? Well. Only so that you would understand what I meant. " As for the other two? Oh... "Absolutely in favour." He lies, beaming a smile at Roninand not at all bothering to hide the emotional flush that shivers out of him at having made so obvious a mistake already.

Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!