feel the rain from your grave

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

The smug tone of his husband's voice has the manticore chuckling (though his belly continues to broil and burn). True, but at least I can control myself while I have claws. He points out as if this is a playful point to be won and not an indication of how unstable his husband's latest shift currently is.

Watching as Ronin neatly vaults in, for a moment Remi is struck by the strangeness of not only digging a grave, but also seeing Ronin inside of it. The Huntsman's question breaks the fog that wants to settle in the alchemist's thoughts, and had he arms just then, he'd have crossed them in a look of bewilderment. My, this certainly is a conundrum. Like one of those old riddles about animals and crossing ponds. Tapping one foot and flaring his nostrils as if deep in thought, Remi tilts his head to the side. Surely having you get out the way you came in would be far too simple a solution, mm? He asks, his voice dry with sarcasm.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)