i hope you know we had everything

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

"Wisely said." Remi agrees with a crooked smile, as if bloody sheets were really the only thing he was worried about. They could walk as slowly as needed toward the fountain, taking all the time in the world with each and every stride. Exhaling, the explanation sounding so much more reasonable coming from his husband's lips rather than how he'd tried to formulate it in his own mind, Remi nods appreciably. "Once your shoulder is feeling better...could I ask you to send it? You have a better way with words than I ever will." And if there was ever a time for Ronin's silver tongue, it was telling Deimos that they'd be unavailable to aid Halo right after more than half of it had been taken over by the void.

Raising his eyebrows in a silent question, if Ronin was ready to head out or not, Remi ruffled a hand through his hair and made a mental note for Sugar to freeze them a block of healing water that they could store somewhere that they might not have to venture out in times like these when all Remi wanted to do was fall into bed with his husband. "I wonder if there's some way of keeping The Family out of Torchline." He mumbles more to himself than to Ronin; undoubtedly such a quest would absolutely go against Dahlia's conditions, yet the Bastion was slow to internalize the new restrictions they were under.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)