maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
With Oria's help, Remi scoops the herbs into his hand before dusting them dramatically over Ronin's eggs. "And you are to me. Now if only this knot in the pit of my stomach would understand that, we would be set." Said knot at this present moment was an unhappy mixture of hunger and horniness, but after breakfast and oThEr ThiNgS, it would return to simply being a ball of things that went unfinished.
Reaching for two mugs, Remi holds them together by their handles as he one-handedly brings them toward the kettle. Pouring them each some tea before adding whiskey without question, he brings them one by one to the table. "How dare you." The Lullaby scolds, glaring at Ronin through his curls as he takes a seat. "Just for that I get whichever portion is the better one." He decides.
Visiting. Hah!
Reaching for two mugs, Remi holds them together by their handles as he one-handedly brings them toward the kettle. Pouring them each some tea before adding whiskey without question, he brings them one by one to the table. "How dare you." The Lullaby scolds, glaring at Ronin through his curls as he takes a seat. "Just for that I get whichever portion is the better one." He decides.
Visiting. Hah!
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
