the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
Remi is able to walk straight through the water as if it was as simple as ambling across a meadow. Of course, that was largely due to the tentacles spawning out of his lower half that helped him easily navigate the rushing water and slippery rocks.
"Huh." Reaching out, he picks at a bit of paint which comes away instantly. Needing TLC is one of the more egregious understatements Ronin has probably ever made, but it has Remi's smiling widening even farther than before. 'I love it.' He all but whispers as one of his legs stretches out and around the hull. A mortal problem. Something concrete that the pair could sink hours and sweat into that wasn't about the gods or an upcoming war. They could sing while they worked and pack lunches and argue about paint colours (they wouldn't, Ronin would make all the decorating choices of course).
'And I love you. I want this. I want exactly this."
"Huh." Reaching out, he picks at a bit of paint which comes away instantly. Needing TLC is one of the more egregious understatements Ronin has probably ever made, but it has Remi's smiling widening even farther than before. 'I love it.' He all but whispers as one of his legs stretches out and around the hull. A mortal problem. Something concrete that the pair could sink hours and sweat into that wasn't about the gods or an upcoming war. They could sing while they worked and pack lunches and argue about paint colours (they wouldn't, Ronin would make all the decorating choices of course).
'And I love you. I want this. I want exactly this."
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.
