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
Rolling his eyes despite the fiery flare of annoyance to have his handwriting brought up, Remi grins and feigns checking his pockets with one hand before slipping it back around Ronin with a shrug. "Oh, would you look at that. I don't have a pen on me." He titters.
Gaze down, huh. Made ourselves taller did we. Seaglass blends with morning blue until the clouds are awash in teal. Rain beads on Remi's eyelashes as he sighs with relief."Mateo asked about it, and—" Parting his husband's lips with his tongue and grabbing at the scruff of Ronin's leather jacket, the alchemist draws his husband close and hard. "—we'll make it work if they need you." The rivers of gold overhead ripple with the remainder of what Remi doesn't say—but gods I don't want you to go—even if the alchemist is unwilling to voice them. "So Cian is dead, the Order has no Eye and the ascended can...basically go where they please. Is that about it?"
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.
