If you tasted poison

i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time

Keen to return Ronin's correspondence, Remi shifts his knees astride his husband's waist so that his hands are free to plunge into his husband's hair and against the curve of his jaw. This is one of the few times in his recollection that Remi doesn't even care that this isn't real. These aren't technically his hands, and in all likelihood, his tongue is doing little more than drooling onto Ronin's shirt, but there's no pain. None he has to feel, anyway. "You are worth all of this, you know that?" All the agony, all the desperate attempts at freedom, all the failed efforts over the years.

Rolling his shoulders as if he might alleviate some of the stiffness from his actual body, Remi gazes down adoringly at Ronin. 'It felt almost easy...until it wasn't." For a moment the Lullaby's gaze grows distant, and lines blink across his forehead as his eyebrows twitch.

"You know what I just realized..." He murmurs in a slow and low voice. "...Wessex...she had her splashback upgrade...the one she gave to you.."