got shaky hands and a naive heart
"If I can't remember...if I can only speak to you properly in dreams, that certainly makes it seem as though it has something to do with Ludo." What, the Lullaby can't say. Not locked in this dream world as he is with no tether to reality. Beneath his wing Remi's fingers sprawl against the huntsman's chest, his palm resting over his husband's heart.
Golden plumes sprout from Ronin's vines, with small white flowers that smell honeysuckle sweet on the colour-breeze of the Star's music. Frowning deeply to hear that his mind was so unhinged, Remi can do little else other than smile in sad agreement. "Maybe you should toss me in a pit again." He says as if it's a joke, though they both know it isn't.
"If I'm like this..." His jaw feathers as he unhappily tugs Ronin closer. "I suppose it's good you can be in two places at once. Torchline will need someone able to tell knives apart from lighters."
Golden plumes sprout from Ronin's vines, with small white flowers that smell honeysuckle sweet on the colour-breeze of the Star's music. Frowning deeply to hear that his mind was so unhinged, Remi can do little else other than smile in sad agreement. "Maybe you should toss me in a pit again." He says as if it's a joke, though they both know it isn't.
"If I'm like this..." His jaw feathers as he unhappily tugs Ronin closer. "I suppose it's good you can be in two places at once. Torchline will need someone able to tell knives apart from lighters."
The lullaby
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.
