i've turned my fair share of pages

the lullaby

You are colors in the sky after forty rains

Though he hasn't turned or stopped his singing, he can feel her presence in the world all around him. It's faint—just a glisten of gold here, a fleck of opal there—but it screams of the mind whose slumber he's taken over. "It is, yes. Though I honestly cannot remember what parts are hers, and what I have made up over the years." Remi explains, turning around to lean against the bar. Flopping the rag over his shoulder and offering the Valkyrie a sunny smile, he extends his hands toward her that he might drag her out of the door frame and into the bar.

"You," He says a touch adoringly. "—are huge." Beaming, he turns where a large and luxuriously padding rocking chair is behind him. 'How are you feeling?'

Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!