If you tasted poison

And if the sky grows heavy
Wrap your arms around me tight

a pat on the back, Remi agrees; his words are still silent, but at least he can form sentences again without having to work so hard to clear the fog from his thoughts. not that I want anyone touching my back right now.

Flopping against Ronin like some bizarre and broken toy, Remi just huffs against his husband's raggedy shirt. do I even have an arm? The Lullaby wonders, entirely seriously. the pain makes me think I do...but it feels like there is nothing there for me to move. He doesn't try, though, preferring to remain boneless as he is.

we could even just dig ourselves a hole like in Minecraft Remi replies with a sly mental smile.  that does sound incredible. I am sure we would be believed if we said we had to fight some monster or other on our way home and that is why we didn't return right away. He suggests. Not that they could do that to Mateo, but..maybe they could. Just a little.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)