what they say about us

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

So...jealous.. Remi manages. The heat from the water feels almost cold compared to the heat in his cheeks and belly, the contrast of which has him shivering pleasantly in his husband's arms. "Toned down. Of course you would." Remi mumbles, despite Ronin's early acknowledgement of just how ridiculous it sounds.

"Oh, you think? I am very good at disguises you know." Not wanting to use his illusion magic to make himself look like Vanya or Archibald or even Ash for all the complex emotions they'd bring in the Huntsman, instead Remi ruffles through his husband's memories for someone much more innocuous. Looking petite despite his proportions necessarily staying the same, it's with wide honey-coloured eyes that Remi looks at his husband, having covered himself in the illusion of one of the bar wenches from the Tempest. 'Even like this?' Remi purrs, though of course it's his voice leaving the brunette's lips.

"But maybe we should...I wonder if there is a way of...I don't know. Dulling everyone's abilities. No magic, no upgrades, no violence. Just one big shield of illusion and a night where we all don't have to hate each other."

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)