the lullaby
"Correct." Grinning stupidly into the crook of his husband's neck while his fingertips spread across Ronin's bed-warmed skin, Remi has to stop himself from subtly shifting them back into the Dreaming where the only thing he'd change was the glow on his husband's wrist. "Have we ever slept that long before?" Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he sighs softly. "Better knock on wood. If we make it a tradition no doubt something will happen next year to make sure we have to be awake."
Using the heels of his hand to try and smooth out any muscles made tense by having slept for days on end, Remi waits until he hears the sounds of percolation begin to trail off before letting his fingertips pitter-patter softly against Ronin's shoulders. Shifting to sit up in advance of Ronin's projection bringing them their coffee (likely with no milk owing to the fact it would have spoiled, what a shame), Remi rubs a bit of sleep from his eye with the back of his hand.
"Do you want to talk about it?' He asks, eyeing Ronin's wrist over the top of his coffee.
Using the heels of his hand to try and smooth out any muscles made tense by having slept for days on end, Remi waits until he hears the sounds of percolation begin to trail off before letting his fingertips pitter-patter softly against Ronin's shoulders. Shifting to sit up in advance of Ronin's projection bringing them their coffee (likely with no milk owing to the fact it would have spoiled, what a shame), Remi rubs a bit of sleep from his eye with the back of his hand.
"Do you want to talk about it?' He asks, eyeing Ronin's wrist over the top of his coffee.
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.
