the things we hold are always the first to go
"Maybe it was a trick," Ronin says with a lazy shrug. "Or maybe Ludo told them to stop. Do you think it would tell you the truth anyway?" he asks, smiling and letting his fingertips trace absent patterns across his husband's lower back. Nuzzling against Remi's cheek, he chuckles softly and tilts his head. "None of her fairytales so far have had bloody trees in them," he corrects.
All but purring at the fingers in his hair, Ronin has closed his eyes again and is only really half listening at first, until he realises the full implication of what the Lullaby is saying. Blinking his eyes open again, he furrows his brow. "I thought Mateo liked school," he murmurs, completely missing the point entirely (of course). "He doesn't have to become a dragoon if he doesn't want to, but the Collegium is still a routine, right? Without it..." Pretty much chaos, just like their lives are now.
All but purring at the fingers in his hair, Ronin has closed his eyes again and is only really half listening at first, until he realises the full implication of what the Lullaby is saying. Blinking his eyes open again, he furrows his brow. "I thought Mateo liked school," he murmurs, completely missing the point entirely (of course). "He doesn't have to become a dragoon if he doesn't want to, but the Collegium is still a routine, right? Without it..." Pretty much chaos, just like their lives are now.
