the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
"No, just making a point." Remi says with a sly bob of his eyebrows. His mind was creating an argument about what was appropriate to drink and when, but was suddenly and quite thoroughly nudged off track by the Huntsman's musculature, (specifically where it met the loose line of his towel), seen. Still slightly befuddled by their previous cocktails, it's with a coral blush that Remi manages to drag his eyes up from the V-shape formed by the Huntsman's lower abs, to the unhelpfully bright blue of his eyes. "You really are too much, you know that?" Rather than being sassily asked as Ronin might have expected, instead the question sounds genuinely posed and rather softly asked.
Tilting his chin back over his shoulder and shivering into Ronin's embrace, Remi's lips part as he sinks backwards slightly. "Never." He mumbles, resting the back of his head against one of Ronin's shoulders and grinning mischievously up into the darkness above.
Tilting his chin back over his shoulder and shivering into Ronin's embrace, Remi's lips part as he sinks backwards slightly. "Never." He mumbles, resting the back of his head against one of Ronin's shoulders and grinning mischievously up into the darkness above.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
