yours in the morning

the lullaby

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

"That would be the hope." Remi agrees, assuming somewhere that Safrin was listening in, but thinking that the potential for his death was probably enough to get her onside.

To the surprise of no one, Remi's pulse quickens and his pupils dilate behind closed eyelids as the taste of Ronin mixes with the smell of the Huntsman's blood. Stiffening in more ways than one, it's with flushed cheeks and a boyish look of restraint that he pulls back. Creating a vial from a memory, Remi catches a few droplets of his husband's blood before wiping away the excess with fingers that are suddenly feathered instead of clawed.  'This gets us one step closer to my Draig lunch date.' He murmurs as his fingers still whisk lovingly across Ronin's skin, imparting his appreciation and (problematic) bloodlust at the same time.

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!