wherever we roam

the lullaby

You are colors in the sky after forty rains

It's a day as unremarkable as any other. One that, when the world grows dark and death tries to claw the two men into its grasp, Remi will probably look back and wonder why he didn't make more of moments like this one. Why he didn't take the time to colour-match the precise shade of sunlight as it hit the leaves, or why he hadn't nibbled on a bit of bark to see if the texture of it matched what he had in his mind. Instead of noting down all of these mundane details that would likely plague him in more hopeless moments, Remi simply strolls alongside the Stonesong with his fingers firmly tangled between Ronin's.

"I learned something new." Remi says, conversationally. "It's called a sandwich compliment, and no—" Hazarding a crooked glance towards Ronin, the alchemist grins. "—it is not food. But it goes like this." Clearing his throat as if he's about to do something grand, the alchemist begins. "You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. I need you to be the General here because I'm absolutely terrible at all things military. Yours is absolutely my favourite ass to bite."

Honestly, there should have been fanfare.

"You see? I sandwiched what I wanted between two compliments, and now you have to say yes."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

RONIN

Ronin's eyes widen before his expression becomes much more disappointed to hear that the sandwich compliment wasn't just a sandwich served with a side of you're wonderfuls. Huffing out a sigh and squeezing Remi's fingers gently between his own, he goes back to nibbling at the peppermint bark between his lips. Then, raising an eyebrow as the Lullaby begins, he tilts his head slowly like he's really considering it as an example.

"You want to bite my ass?" he guesses with a flash of a smile, before turning to walk backwards that he might tug Remi along with him. "Back in Northaven, we called it a shit sandwich," he murmurs, winking. "...Let me get this right, though. After all the help I have given you over the years, with strategy and tactics and learning how to soldier... you still can't handle anything military." He grins.

"And this wouldn't have anything to do with the word General?"

one more wish for you

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