bone weary

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

'You do that." Remi agrees, and though he desperately wants to memorize everything about this moment if only to reassure himself that it's all real, time seems to slip through his fingers far more quickly than he'd like. It leaves him holding his breath and exhaling in little bursts as his fingers clutch clumsily against whatever bits of Ronin they can reach.

Slumped against the fountain with the weight of his husband against him, a shiver slides across the Lullaby's back as he clutches Ronin closer. "You nearly did." It isn't a helpful thing to say, but it's the only thing that comes close to scratching the itch that Ronin's brush with death has left all over the Lullaby's skin.

Hardly feeling the brush of Ronin's lips at first, it's only as Ronin teases at his feathers that Remi seems to come back to himself. "Pants, mm? Those are the ones that go on your hands, right?" Closing one eye and scrunching his brow, Remi conjures first an inkwelllll apple, before grinning and tossing it over his shoulder. With a sigh, Remi conjured a pair of threadbare sweatpants, having seen them worn low on his husband's hips often enough that the memory of them came complete with every stain and crinkle of fabric as to perfectly match the ones slung over a chair back on the boat.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)