what they say about us

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

"I wonder if only demigods can be in the Draig?" Remi says thoughtfully. Gideon had narrowly escaped, Cian had died, but Wessex seemed to be fine. Maybe that was the key. 'A formality, mmm?' The last meeting had been a lot of nothing, concluded by Seren storming out. What would this one bring, now that Noah and Sunjata were among their ranks?

"You will always be mine." Remi agrees, tightening his grip and resisting the urge to simply slide into Ronin's body where he might embrace his husband's spirit rather than just his back. "That you do not want it has always been what makes you most qualified." The alchemist points out a touch smugly. "And who would that be? Noah, who is still too weak and who seems to have his sights set on taking Halo back? Sunjata, whose loyalties change with the seasons? Mildew and her mushrooms? Phoebe? Delphia?" Then, with a bright laugh, "Me?" Shaking his head and not envying his husband at all, Remi presses a kiss against the back of his neck.

"If you want this done right, you will have to do it, or endure the consequences." The consequences of course being that someone far less qualified would try and call the shots. Which, if Ronin could bear it, was an option.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)