the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
"Your compliments won't work on me." Remi grumbles, except they absolutely were, reluctant though the alchemist might be to admit it. Giving his shoulders a rough and boyish shrug, he looks around the Undercroft with narrowed eyes, as if wondering how he might have made the flames more realistic. "I was just going to tickle you awake. Maybe I should have done that instead." He huffs as he rises, sinking into Ronin's open arms heedless of the fae milling about.
"I was just coming to return a few things when one of the fae said you were here. Reading anything interesting?" Could he have looked at the book Ronin had just set down? Certainly, he could, but that would mean looking away from his husband's adorably sleepy blue eyes, and while Remi was interested in what Ronin might have been reading, he wasn't interested enough to look away.
"I was just coming to return a few things when one of the fae said you were here. Reading anything interesting?" Could he have looked at the book Ronin had just set down? Certainly, he could, but that would mean looking away from his husband's adorably sleepy blue eyes, and while Remi was interested in what Ronin might have been reading, he wasn't interested enough to look away.
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
