what they say about us

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

"I..disagree." Remi says carefully. "And I think some of the others would as well." He adds, wondering if this is the time and place for such a conversation or if it is better suited for this meeting they're all to have. Holding his tongue about the council established (he couldn't say demigods ought to be separate from the Order and then just weigh in because he felt like it), Remi holds his breath that he might deprive his annoyance of the oxygen it needs to be vocalized.

Snorting with agreement more than amusement, Remi nods. Sinking down heavily on his side of the table, he reaches across to give Ronin's knee an affectionate squeeze. "Thanks for breakfast. I won't call what we did dancing, but I did enjoy swaying with you." Deciding a bit of good news was warranted, as Remi picks up a piece of bacon, he points it at the Huntsman first before cromching it between his teeth. "We finished putting the ascended fluid around." (It would be done by this point, anyway). 'All there is left to do is call Ludo down, and..." He shrugs.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)