maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Wrapping his arm around Ronin's shoulders, Remi narrows his eyes in an attempt to look sly even as his dimples deepen in response to his husband's affections. "That is because if you had a hoard you would be tempted to sleep on it. And I do not want you sleeping anywhere else nor do I want to sleep on...well, whatever you are hoarding." Both men might hoard in their own way, but while Ronin was captivated by shiny gems and other objects that brilliantly caught the light, the Lullaby tended to hide away things like bones, old letters, and the odd blood-stained napkin.
'Thank you.' Remi hums. Having the compass back would not only allow Remi to leave the mountain if he chose, but it would have Ronin coming and going faster than his wings could take him, which would give the pair more time for other kinds of coming and going. "She has a child now, did I mention that?" The Lullaby wonders absently. "Jude. But it is all quite complicated. I think Maeve might be marrying the father."
'Thank you.' Remi hums. Having the compass back would not only allow Remi to leave the mountain if he chose, but it would have Ronin coming and going faster than his wings could take him, which would give the pair more time for other kinds of coming and going. "She has a child now, did I mention that?" The Lullaby wonders absently. "Jude. But it is all quite complicated. I think Maeve might be marrying the father."
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.
