the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
For better or worse, it's Remi who comes across his husband, dozing in the Undercroft. Pausing just a few feet away, there's a mischievous smile on the Lullaby's lips as he ponders just how best to maximize on this situation. The urge to reach out a tentacle, perhaps holding a feather, and tickle Ronin's nose immediately comes to mind, but he could do that anytime. Hot and cold water for his hands? No, they were still in public. A cheshire smile parts Remi's lips as he slips soundlessly forward, and when he touches Ronin's arm to jostle the Huntsman awake, it will be to fire and flames and a rather terrified looking alchemist.
"Ronin!" Remi bellows. Fire has caught all around them, merrily crackling as it devours the dry books. "I did not mean to, I was reading, and..." The implication of course being that his new shift had taken over and a fire had erupted.
"Ronin!" Remi bellows. Fire has caught all around them, merrily crackling as it devours the dry books. "I did not mean to, I was reading, and..." The implication of course being that his new shift had taken over and a fire had erupted.
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.
