the lullaby
"Yes, well." Feathering his jaw in an effort to keep his smile from running away with him, Remi tilts his head from side to side. "Nothing quite like the real thing." He whispers softly, taking a far larger sip than the temperature of the coffee suggests is wise.
Tugging inconspicuously at the blankets so that they covered his lap, Remi whittled away the minutes sneaking glances at the Nova (and certainly not trying to gage how much coffee was left in his mug with every stare), and trying to casually comb his fingers through his curls. Ronin managed bedhead far better than he did (wink wonk), and after having tossed and turned in bed for a number of days, his curls were unmanageable to say the least. Still, by the time Ronin finally set his mug down, the Lullaby had managed to tease the worst of the tangles out.
"Me." Remi answered perhaps too eagerly, but gods he absolutely didn't care. With nothing left in his mug, it was with fingers suddenly far too long and covered in suckers that he set it down on the floor before turning properly into Ronin's embrace. "You were going to do me." He said again, just in case Ronin hadn't heard the first time.
Tugging inconspicuously at the blankets so that they covered his lap, Remi whittled away the minutes sneaking glances at the Nova (and certainly not trying to gage how much coffee was left in his mug with every stare), and trying to casually comb his fingers through his curls. Ronin managed bedhead far better than he did (wink wonk), and after having tossed and turned in bed for a number of days, his curls were unmanageable to say the least. Still, by the time Ronin finally set his mug down, the Lullaby had managed to tease the worst of the tangles out.
"Me." Remi answered perhaps too eagerly, but gods he absolutely didn't care. With nothing left in his mug, it was with fingers suddenly far too long and covered in suckers that he set it down on the floor before turning properly into Ronin's embrace. "You were going to do me." He said again, just in case Ronin hadn't heard the first time.
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.
