long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

The Lullaby hasn't the words to answer, but as soon as Ronin is within arms reach, the alchemist stretches out to clasp his husband's cheek. Closing his eyes, Remi sinks into what he'll later come to think of as an ever-dwindling ability to replicate what he'd felt from Mort. For now though the emotions are as clear as they ever will be, and it's with sunshine on his tongue and laughter in his bones that he shares it with his husband.

I..was..with Mort. He whispers wordlessly, eyes still closed, his free hand reaching to wrap around Ronin's hip to draw the Huntsman closer. He...gods Ronin, the love I felt from him. The lightness. Even now what hums out from the alchemist is a shade off from what it had been with Mort. Like sunlight, still beautiful and warm, pouring through a window with a thin veil of dust.

Breathing hard, Remi gives his head a slight shake. Where he might have said more, might have poured more of what he felt when Mort's fingers were in his own, Oria, in what will swiftly become a habit, gives the alchemist's curls a strong tug to redirect his thoughts. "..mmm? Oh." Blinking his eyes open, Remi offers his husband a shaky and boyish smile, before crossing his eyes as he looks up toward his forehead where the ghostly spriggan is offering the Huntsman a charming wave.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)