going under in the sinking sand

got shaky hands and a naive heart

"Well, and you're often in uniform when..." The Alchemist trails off, a flush darkening his cheeks that might not be from fever. As Ronin mentions the morning, Remi's brow furrows and his eyes take on a far-away look, as if trying very hard to remember something from so very long ago. "Now that you mention it..I..." Trailing off again, though this time not from the memory of the start of a sex-dream, he swallows and shakes his head. "With you here, I feel...fine. And, much as I'd hate that to be some sort of romantic saying, here at least, I really do think it's you."

Cocking his head to the side—only Ronin would say he'd snuck in—Remi's expression loses its boyish mischief as Seren's parting is brought up. Soured slightly, he nods, scratching at the nape of his neck. It seems far less sweet suddenly that Ronin's presence here is only because of Safrin. It's good of course because now Remi's brain isn't devouring itself, but...anything to do with Safrin seems to set his teeth on edge.

"Oh, well.." With his lips twisting into a smile, Remi offers his counterpart a coy shrug. "..I mean, I do quite like the uniform. It just...doesn't normally stay on long, in certain sorts of dreams. Normally when I do this—" Remi raises his hand again to brush at Ronin's shoulder. "—it...might fall away into leaves and petals and such."

The lullaby