Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
"Or you." Remi counters with a boyish smile as his lips brush over his husband's golden skin. Whatever the answer, the dough, the coffee, or the Knight, it's a rare thing indeed for the Bastion to wake up in a good mood these days, and so he doesn't bother to look too closely at any of the corresponding reasons for it lest he wipe the shine off.
"Even if you did, I don't mind." Remi mumbles as he steps forward into his husband's arms, slouching slightly in order to better fit against the Knight's chest and shoulders. "I don't often miss the abilities I once had with Ludo, but right now I wish I could dream us somewhere else." Somewhere with frosty snowbanks made of sticky snow with a roaring fire to keep them warm yet; somewhere with endless mountain ranges and a perpetually sun-drenched sky, or maybe somewhere far beneath the sea where everything was still and dark and deep.
"You said coffee, though?" Lifting his head from where he'd nuzzled against the crook of his husband's neck, Remi raises his eyebrows hopefully.
"Even if you did, I don't mind." Remi mumbles as he steps forward into his husband's arms, slouching slightly in order to better fit against the Knight's chest and shoulders. "I don't often miss the abilities I once had with Ludo, but right now I wish I could dream us somewhere else." Somewhere with frosty snowbanks made of sticky snow with a roaring fire to keep them warm yet; somewhere with endless mountain ranges and a perpetually sun-drenched sky, or maybe somewhere far beneath the sea where everything was still and dark and deep.
"You said coffee, though?" Lifting his head from where he'd nuzzled against the crook of his husband's neck, Remi raises his eyebrows hopefully.
the lullaby
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.
