I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
The leathers Ronin has clad himself in are both as familiar as they are new; never in life has Remi run his hands over them the way he does now, and yet there's nothing about the tactile sensation that the dreamworld offers that makes him think this isn't exactly what it would have been like. "Here it is." Remi agrees, pushing his palms down the muscles of his husband's back.
"At least it's cool here. Being on the water helps, but the houseboat feels a bit like an oven even without you adding to it." It wasn't a real breeze that rushed from the mountains to whisper across the Taliesins—it wouldn't cool them off where they slept—but in the here and now it was still refreshing.
"So, is Cian really dead?" Pulling back slightly, his arms still around the Huntsman, Remi inclines his head just a touch. The dream would be different had Cian somehow been alive, but the alchemist would rather hear it from Ronin's lips than to decipher his husband's additions to the dream world.
"At least it's cool here. Being on the water helps, but the houseboat feels a bit like an oven even without you adding to it." It wasn't a real breeze that rushed from the mountains to whisper across the Taliesins—it wouldn't cool them off where they slept—but in the here and now it was still refreshing.
"So, is Cian really dead?" Pulling back slightly, his arms still around the Huntsman, Remi inclines his head just a touch. The dream would be different had Cian somehow been alive, but the alchemist would rather hear it from Ronin's lips than to decipher his husband's additions to the dream world.
the lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
