[SE] through the night water

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

All but limp in Ronin's arms but still a mass of men to deal with, Remi tightens his stomach muscles slightly in an effort to pull himself more properly against the Supernova. The stone for all its smoothness has still rubbed raw a good portion of the Lullaby's skin, and though blood trickles from his shoulder and down the backs of his thighs his grin never once fades.

"Sorry? How dare you." Remi says in a voice as soft as it is slumbery. Rolling his shoulder experimentally before sliding the arm around Ronin's neck, the Lullaby lets his fingers trace reverently across the top of his husband's wing joint. "That was the best you have fucked me in a long, long time." And not just because Remi tended to do the topping in most seasons. "And I love you. More than anything." The Lullaby echoes in a voice so sweet as to be entirely at odds with the tangle of limbs he'd been party to moments before.

"If for no other reason than that I have no clothes, you may have to carry me home." Remi murmurs conversationally, before nudging them into deeper water that the current might wash away any debris trying to linger in his wounds.