not alone

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Remi too stretches his wings, ignoring the way the leather of his jacket yawns against the strain. He feels fit to burst in a way that makes him crave violence, and it's only his husband's presence that keeps him from monstering his way back into the Kraai to finish things as he wished to leave them. Appearing ghostly given the lack of shadow his own wings cast, the alchemist nods. 'It is.' He says, the affirmation no more than a croak given how dry his lips felt. Gods what he wouldn't give for a drink, though nothing short of literal murder would have him going back into the bar just now.

'I love you.' Suddenly said, the Lullaby gives his husband a forlorn smile. There was more to say than that, but after. After.

Lifting off, Remi flies recklessly toward the low ceiling of cloud cover where the air is thin and bitterly cold. There are no thermals here to help them fly, meaning their wings will have to continuously pump to keep them aloft. It won't be enough to tire them the way they'd been tired when last they were here, but if he could make his lungs and muscles burn, perhaps it might thaw the lingering feeling of Neron on his skin.