a perfect soul

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

Why? Not strong enough? Remi sasses back, silently bobbing his eyebrows teasingly at his husband. Humming a gentle sigh that has the sleeping boy cooing in his sleep, Remi squeezes Ronin's hand, soothed himself by the love and reassurance that flows from the Star's touch. But yes, I'll find Ianto and see if he knows of any other wagons or magical carpets. Their original wagon had been rotted-out completely by the winds and rains of the past year. Vai had turned it into a rather interesting lawn ornament that sported a number of herbs, but it was no longer road-worthy.

It was Ludo, so...it was fair, I suppose. But I'm not sure I would have agreed for anything other than this, or you. He'd have agreed instantly were the bargain for Ronin's life. Mateo though? Gods, it was just pure selfishness in a way he couldn't quite articulate. He could only hope that Vanya's maternal nature would make her understand what he'd done.

Savouring the warmth and softness of Ronin's kiss as Remi lets his tongue fleeting glide against the huntsman's bottom lip, he nods in agreement. "Yours and mine." He whispers back, and despite the heaviness of the conversation, there is still a rush of joy that bustles through the Lullaby's bones.

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