you're the waves at my feet

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

Head against Ronin, Remi's wings splay on the water, relaxed, but still partially encircling the two. It's merely a comfortable position: Remi cares very little about who looks upon the two of them, especially now. The touch to his wings is not dissimilar to how it feels to have his hair fussed with. The individual feathers don't carry much sensation, but where they connect back to the musculature of his wings obviously does. Groaning a joyfully content sound against Ronin, the alchemist winds his arms all the more around Ronin so that the slow pulse of the water doesn't pull them even a fraction apart.

"Mmmm." He agrees, smile crooked against Ronin. Were it anyone but Frey's water he might have been more skeptical. But knowing the god, he too thinks it's probably fine.

"Oh?" Remi doesn't bother to look up, knowing well what lilies are, before he realizes what Ronin means. "Makes you wonder what Chulane was up to when he found his." He adds slyly.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

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