Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
“I—“ Remi begins, his mind already contorting and stretching to try and imagine just what it would be like to command versus govern a storm, but of course Ronin isn’t being series. Or rather, he is, which is what clues the alchemist in to the fact that he isn’t looking for an actual reply. Huffing out a sigh and pressing his tongue into his own cheek so that it might jab Ronin, Remi merely sighs out a noncommittal breath and thanks the stars above (even if they are Safrin’s) to have such a wonderfully stupid man in his life.
“Are they? Frey demands offerings simply for showing up, Ludo will likely curse you if you don’t bring it something to play with, and Safrin pouts about even though she does say she requires nothing.” If nothing else there was absolutely a precedent set for gifts and such just for beholding certain gods.
“And now that I think about it…” Trailing off as he fixes on the twinkling lights, Remi narrows his eyes wondering what a group of will ‘o wisps is doing out here when he spies Ronin’s nimbus.
And the ice cream.
“Oh no,” Remi murmurs under his breath. “This is going to require quite the sacrifice, isn’t it?” Twisting around Remi curls one hand around the Huntsman’s waist as he slips his fingers against Ronin’s and holds them up as if they were about to dance. “You are wonderful.” Remi all but purrs, before his slanted smile grows tight. “Unless of course this is just for you, or for you and someone else, in which case prepare to be chased by a lovesick manticore for the remainder of your evening.”
“Are they? Frey demands offerings simply for showing up, Ludo will likely curse you if you don’t bring it something to play with, and Safrin pouts about even though she does say she requires nothing.” If nothing else there was absolutely a precedent set for gifts and such just for beholding certain gods.
“And now that I think about it…” Trailing off as he fixes on the twinkling lights, Remi narrows his eyes wondering what a group of will ‘o wisps is doing out here when he spies Ronin’s nimbus.
And the ice cream.
“Oh no,” Remi murmurs under his breath. “This is going to require quite the sacrifice, isn’t it?” Twisting around Remi curls one hand around the Huntsman’s waist as he slips his fingers against Ronin’s and holds them up as if they were about to dance. “You are wonderful.” Remi all but purrs, before his slanted smile grows tight. “Unless of course this is just for you, or for you and someone else, in which case prepare to be chased by a lovesick manticore for the remainder of your evening.”
the lullaby
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.
