aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Wishing suddenly that he still had his raccoon shift that he might just fold himself around the back of Ronin's neck and remain there until Sunjata left and the stars bled away into morning, Remi is forced instead to simply return Ronin's pulse of affection with a sigh.
Rising and dusting non-existent dirt from his hands, Remi glances at Ronin and his bag, wondering what the Huntsman would pull out next. Glitter? Sparkles? Scratch and sniff stickers? "Mmm." The Lullaby agrees with an inarticulate grunt, accepting the saucer and candle. Eyeing the former for a moment as if considering whether or not he could break it between his fingers (he could) and whether he should (he absolutely should not), Remi places his pairing in one of the corners where Ronin's flame might light up the shadows that lingered.
Rising and dusting non-existent dirt from his hands, Remi glances at Ronin and his bag, wondering what the Huntsman would pull out next. Glitter? Sparkles? Scratch and sniff stickers? "Mmm." The Lullaby agrees with an inarticulate grunt, accepting the saucer and candle. Eyeing the former for a moment as if considering whether or not he could break it between his fingers (he could) and whether he should (he absolutely should not), Remi places his pairing in one of the corners where Ronin's flame might light up the shadows that lingered.
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.
