electric touch

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night "Oh is that so?" Remi wonders doubtfully, grinning as he steals the thermos back. Turning in a slow circle and gazing up at what would be called the nose bleed seats in other places and times, he bites at the inside of his cheek and shakes his head. "I suppose I doubt if the gods' own agendas count as a good enough reason." He murmurs, sighing. Certainly, his role in helping the transition from life to death was one he understood, and having done it for so many years it was not one he particularly minded. But when it came to someone like Ronin, all Safrin ever seemed to want of him were ways of stroking her own vanity. "I wish I had some way of capturing you just now." The Lullaby remarks, suddenly smiling adoringly at Ronin as he strode across the stage. "You look..." Remi's smile wavers as he tries to find the words. "...gods you look so handsome but also like you belong somewhere like that." Somewhere grand and with all eyes on him.