we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
"Weren't we?" Remi doesn't remember either. But they might have been. No wait, was that Bastien's wedding? Or...another wedding. One Phoebe tried to ruin. "She was supposed to have double sex with us, to make a baby." The Lullaby adds, finally finishing the story he'd started earlier with the Flood, not that either of them would likely remember.
Watching Sunjata shift made Remi's bones itch. Shifting as well—thankfully into a body which would squish Ronin—the Star would find a bat on one shoulder, and a pale hawk on the other. Ronin just grumbles when I touch his. The hawk says, craning his neck to peer at Ronin, silently wondering why he received unhappiness from his husband and boner-levels of arousal from Jata.
I said they got small. The Lullaby clarifies, suddenly sounding very unsure of himself. Did I not touch them enough? Is that why they fell off? I can touch them more! He adds, now sounding a touch desperate.
Watching Sunjata shift made Remi's bones itch. Shifting as well—thankfully into a body which would squish Ronin—the Star would find a bat on one shoulder, and a pale hawk on the other. Ronin just grumbles when I touch his. The hawk says, craning his neck to peer at Ronin, silently wondering why he received unhappiness from his husband and boner-levels of arousal from Jata.
I said they got small. The Lullaby clarifies, suddenly sounding very unsure of himself. Did I not touch them enough? Is that why they fell off? I can touch them more! He adds, now sounding a touch desperate.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
