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

I never said anything about nice. Remi rumbles, the growl in the back of his throat as close to a purr as his shift allows. As dangerous as it would likely be, I cannot see Ludo minding. A bunch of holes everywhere would wreak havoc, and yet there was something poetic—as well as morbid—about Ludo's woods being filled with vacant graves.

No not that one. This one is about a boat and a wolf and some other animals. You cannot leave the wolf alone with certain animals or it will eat them, but the boat can only carry so much, and so on. Remi shrugs, having not really listened to this particular story of Vai's very carefully. She could try and hide math problems in her tales, but Remi was fairly good at catching them out.

Lazily Remi licks his lips as Ronin scrambles climbs out of the pit. So sorry to put you through so much. He chuckles, before coiling back down to rake up the earth. Going deeper was probably better than too shallow in his estimation, though if what Safrin required of Maeve was precision, the Queen had absolutely asked the wrong duo for help. Clawing a pawful of dirt from the bottom, Remi rears up on his hind legs with his talons scrunched together.

Jar! He calls cheerfully as if Ronin were some linecook getting a plate ready for a meal.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)