the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
It's almost hard to return the kiss given how tightly tugged in a smile Remi's lips are, leaving the alchemist delightedly frustrated by the lack of sensation he feels. The warmth of Ronin against him amidst the cozy darkness and scent of wet wood has the alchemist vaguely wondering how he'd ever found anything in his life to be upset about.
"Do we have to decide?" Reaching over one of Ronin's shoulders, Remi tugs at a loose nail which he easily pulls out. "I could just build us an anchor. We can just pull ourselves up the river when we like, and drift back down it." Returning his attention to the Huntsman, Remi leans forward for another kiss now that he's not quite so tight-lipped. "I sort of like having no fixed address. Just somewhere on the Stonesong." He adds with a roguish shrug. What with babies and orders from the Order it was probably a terrible idea, but there was something to be said about just how reachable the pair had let themselves become over the years.
As for cleaning the boat out? "Gods, when will one of us get some useful magic, mmm?" He wonders, draping his arms around Ronin's shoulders again as if the answer might be found in the startling blue of his husband's eyes.
"Do we have to decide?" Reaching over one of Ronin's shoulders, Remi tugs at a loose nail which he easily pulls out. "I could just build us an anchor. We can just pull ourselves up the river when we like, and drift back down it." Returning his attention to the Huntsman, Remi leans forward for another kiss now that he's not quite so tight-lipped. "I sort of like having no fixed address. Just somewhere on the Stonesong." He adds with a roguish shrug. What with babies and orders from the Order it was probably a terrible idea, but there was something to be said about just how reachable the pair had let themselves become over the years.
As for cleaning the boat out? "Gods, when will one of us get some useful magic, mmm?" He wonders, draping his arms around Ronin's shoulders again as if the answer might be found in the startling blue of his husband's eyes.
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.
