right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Had Remi known about such things, he might have said something corny like, I'd rather hell with you, than heaven alone. But he doesn't, so instead he opts for a small smile and dimpled cheeks, and a simple: "Where you go, I go." His blush and the way he looks slowly up at Ronin—shyly, almost—says as much as he ever could about whether he cares about the consequences of abandoning his post.
"I can already leave my body." Remi points out. "And hide in his dreams." It's a good thing Finn isn't around to hear this conversation, lest his sanity be taken away completely. Still, Ronin wasn't wrong. "But you're right. Crazy of an idea as it is, maybe I will ask him."
It's a handy thing Remi has the blanket draped over him, because seeing the Star's blush is an absolute detriment to continued rational thought as blood flows from one head and down to another. "Do you even buy drinks, around here?" Remi manages through an equally tight throat. "I thought there were fights and bets and favours and whatnot." But the answer was obviously yes. "Mmm, not so fast there. Everyone else might swoon when you wiggle your eyebrows, but I know—" he almost says where the bodies are buried, opting instead for: "—what grows between your toes and what it smells like. Maybe you could start by lending me some clothes, though."
Before that though, there is perhaps this last thing. "Maybe we need...some sort of Safrin code. Because there's the line, and then there's what the line appears to be." Making little sense, the alchemist shakes his head. "I mean...if there was a way for you to let me know, without letting her know, that what might look like betrayal, isn't." Then, doing his best imitation of Ronin (which is all eyebrows and far too much accent), says: "Remi I'm done with your shite and I'm Safrin's man now. Maybe we'll meet on the beaches of Northaven one day, though." He shrugs. "That way I'll know it isn't real."
"I can already leave my body." Remi points out. "And hide in his dreams." It's a good thing Finn isn't around to hear this conversation, lest his sanity be taken away completely. Still, Ronin wasn't wrong. "But you're right. Crazy of an idea as it is, maybe I will ask him."
It's a handy thing Remi has the blanket draped over him, because seeing the Star's blush is an absolute detriment to continued rational thought as blood flows from one head and down to another. "Do you even buy drinks, around here?" Remi manages through an equally tight throat. "I thought there were fights and bets and favours and whatnot." But the answer was obviously yes. "Mmm, not so fast there. Everyone else might swoon when you wiggle your eyebrows, but I know—" he almost says where the bodies are buried, opting instead for: "—what grows between your toes and what it smells like. Maybe you could start by lending me some clothes, though."
Before that though, there is perhaps this last thing. "Maybe we need...some sort of Safrin code. Because there's the line, and then there's what the line appears to be." Making little sense, the alchemist shakes his head. "I mean...if there was a way for you to let me know, without letting her know, that what might look like betrayal, isn't." Then, doing his best imitation of Ronin (which is all eyebrows and far too much accent), says: "Remi I'm done with your shite and I'm Safrin's man now. Maybe we'll meet on the beaches of Northaven one day, though." He shrugs. "That way I'll know it isn't real."
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.
