Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
"I like the sound of that." Remi agrees, though he has little hope that on their way to being naked with one another, they'll be able to focus on their footwork any better than when Ronin was making breakfast.
"Oh is it? Drat. You know how Avant-garde the Greatwood likes to be." Then again, with he and Ronin to protect her, maybe their next upgrade could just be one that was...nice? "Maybe we could just have the wind through the leaves always sounding like wind chimes. Or have healing rain or something." Remi says with a small shrug, much more interested just now on the blue of his husband's eyes and the meal before him than of asking Ludo to make a potato cannon out of a tree.
Frowning across at the Huntsman, Remi raises a challenging eyebrow. "If it touches my body, I'm eating it." He replies sternly.
"Oh is it? Drat. You know how Avant-garde the Greatwood likes to be." Then again, with he and Ronin to protect her, maybe their next upgrade could just be one that was...nice? "Maybe we could just have the wind through the leaves always sounding like wind chimes. Or have healing rain or something." Remi says with a small shrug, much more interested just now on the blue of his husband's eyes and the meal before him than of asking Ludo to make a potato cannon out of a tree.
Frowning across at the Huntsman, Remi raises a challenging eyebrow. "If it touches my body, I'm eating it." He replies sternly.
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.
