wrap myself around your bones

we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together

Easy to make, as well. The hawk trills, already thinking of inviting Mateo down for a weekend. They could collect all the pigments and supplies that they'd need, and he could show his son how to go about crushing everything up into an appropriate mixture. The prospect of it thrilled him such that Remi's feathers puffed up making him look far more spherical than he had any right to be. I rather like the idea of you splayed around as gold and bronze accents. The hawk adds, leaning down to nip gently at the tip of Ronin's ear.

Tilting his head to the side, Remi blinks in that judgemental way that birds can before shaking out his feathers. I thought your feathers were always on fire. He adds skeptically, though in reality he cares absolutely not at all for what Safrin wants or doesn't. Ahh well. It would not be the first time you set me ablaze. Remi agrees, sounding smug. It would serve Safrin right to burn one of his feathers with Ronin's and miss the passionate metaphor that would imply.

So this sea of glass thing with Seren...how exactly are you two planning on getting underneath a frozen lake?

THE ALCHEMIST

we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun