what they say about us

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

'We could always just lie and say we already did the cannons. Would anyone really want to call that bluff?' Shrugging his shoulders and shovelling bits of pancake into his mouth (his mouth which has been lowered towards his plate so that his fork has a shorter distance to travel), Remi nods. "Fireflies could be nice." Should he and Juniper hold a vote after some big drawn-out meeting? Probably. Would they? Not likely.

Snapping his teeth at his husband and accepting the peace offering with one of his tentacles just to be a nuisance, Remi lets his sucker pop! off of the Huntsman's fingers as he devours the bacon while making inappropriately intense eye contact. "I love you more." He agrees, softening instantly, before nearly choking on his own tongue. "Err...I ... definitely hadn't. Not with everything going on." Remi admits, sitting up. "We could...take everyone for a picnic somewhere. You were not wrong when you said there was not enough room here." Not for living, and not even really for visiting, either.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)