frostbite

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

"I don't want anything." Remi murmurs; the thought of having anything in his mouth at all made his lips flinch into a sneer. Holding onto Ronin even as he shimmied out of his clothing, for once their combined nudity wasn't strong enough to pull salacious thoughts to the forefront of Remi's mind, and rather than openly gawking at his husband as was his routine, the alchemist merely sighed.

The sharp cracks of crimson that snarl out of Ronin and bleed behind Remi's eyes has the Lullaby nodding, and then growing still. It wasn't Ronin's fault but just now Remi didn't have it in him to put up an adequate defence, and so he merely raises his head to gaze into his husband's eyes. "They were dead before they even hit the floor...I...am not sure what I would have done had it not been quick." Remi admits in a low voice. Would there have been torture? Grotesque acts of violence? What things his mind might have come up with when paired with his godly talents and bright grief.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)