are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Snorting, the Lullaby tosses his hands up before shooting the Sword a crooked smile. "True, but out of all of us, I have come the closest to properly dying." It's an easy thing to think about now that the Voice was gone and that his memories of Isla had (sort of) been restored. But in truth, he really had almost died in Stormbreak. He'd probably almost died reaching into the Core as well. "I had forgotten you are not immortal." Pulling in a breath to consider, the Lullaby gives his head a small shake in Deimos' direction. "I do not think you are missing much." Glancing toward Ronin, Remi can only snicker under his breath, resisting the urge to comment on why the Nova's knees might be so achy.
Letting Ronin pick up the conversation while he fixed them all drinks—an earthy gin made with water from the upside-down falls and icecubes that Sugar had frozen small juniper berries into—he offered each their glass before slumping down into one of the chairs around their little fire.
Grinning, he turned toward Deimos, keen on hearing the answer to this as well. "And was anyone concussed at the time?" He added, shooting his husband a boyish smile.
Letting Ronin pick up the conversation while he fixed them all drinks—an earthy gin made with water from the upside-down falls and icecubes that Sugar had frozen small juniper berries into—he offered each their glass before slumping down into one of the chairs around their little fire.
Grinning, he turned toward Deimos, keen on hearing the answer to this as well. "And was anyone concussed at the time?" He added, shooting his husband a boyish smile.
remi
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.
