Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Pliant in Ronin’s hands despite still affecting a broody expression, it’s the hand on his lower back that melts away his frown and has the Lullaby moulding himself against his husband’s body. “It is not fair how easily you can do that.” He mutters through a smile that’s doing its best to take up his entire face despite the alchemist’s efforts to keep it somewhat subdued. Indeed, the times that Ronin couldn’t coax him out of a bad mood (or a fake bad mood as the case might be) were few and far between, and gods but Remi both adored and was wonderfully frustrated by this particular skill of Ronin’s. Slipping his fingers eagerly back against his husband’s, Remi nods, solidifying their plans. “Only if I get to be the ghost.” He murmurs through a crooked grin, glancing at Ronin over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the sprawling fae village before them. Inhaling deeply as if to steady himself against whatever is ahead (mostly the inevitable conversations and questions about where they’ve been, how they’re doing, having they had any more children, legitimate, godly or otherwise, etcetera), Remi again gives Ronin’s hand a squeeze. “Alright. One table that looks as though it has grown out of the side of a boat. And in return we can offer…” Manticore feathers (mangled, but still mostly functional), dragon scales, pheonix tears (Healing Not Included), Or, and here Remi was quite sure Ianto—wherever he was—would be quite proud, reverse waterfall gin. Did it have gravity-related properties? Could it heal? Would it increase sexual prowess? Drink it and find out.