[SE] hark the heralds

the lullaby

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

'A true wedding miracle.' Remi agrees, and were they each to take a quiz, the Huntsman would surely receive the higher score regarding the antics of that night. Using his fingertips to chase away the lingering tension in his husband's lower back, the alchemist pulses a brief interlude of emotions that consist mostly of awe and appreciation that they have weathered so much such that the details of their own wedding night have grown hazy. Or perhaps the alchemist was merely growing senile.

'Is this your way of telling me I need a haircut?' Remi wonders lazily, feeling the familiar tri-stranded tug that often accompanied long bouts of silence from Oria when she was growing bored of him and decided to braid his hair. 'Oh?' Without looking toward the window, Remi gazes warmly at his husband's profile, imagining that he could see the falling snow in the reflection of Ronin's eyes. 'Stuck inside this little boat with only wine, cheese, and each other. How will we survive." Grinning, Remi raises a brow, about to say something more about personality quizzes they could do, when there came a dull thud against the hull of the boat.

And then another. And another.

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!