took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

I don't think that gives them enough credit. Remi counters. From his meeting with Maru and Delta, the alchemist thought the mermaids were probably the one ones able to navigate such waters. But it hardly mattered, not with Ronin's unease colouring his words like an oil slick.

Mhmmm. Whereas Ronin sees the Lullaby with a halo of curls and wide wings, Remi is lost in the strangest deja vu. It isn't of Ronin coming out of the water, and though the Star isn't naked now, the alchemist can't help but imagine that had that moment on the beach so long ago been reminded, that Ronin might have been shining in the water before emerging. Gods, look at you. The words can't be mumbled, mental though they are, and yet they still seem to slip unbidden from Remi's mind. Beating his wings to propel himself forward, he reaches out for the Star and then tugs him close. There is no one I would rather jump from a cliff with, only to find a graveyard of unclaimed bodies with. It's a stupid and strange thing to say, but such is their life, and he means every word of it. This adventure, born of a need to keep Remi from mercilessly invading the dreams (and bed) of another man, could only be shared with Ronin.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay