you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
It would heal, but the rest of his body might not if it keeps taking tumbles out of the trees. And Ronin feels as though it might just do that if he has to climb back up. Luckily, despite his question (and Remi's answer that isn't an answer), he's caught by the pale green of the other man's eyes, the way it seems to take on the darker colours of the jungle all around, and he doesn't move at all.
And neither does the Lullaby, and his hands seem to radiate warmth where they press against Ronin's shoulders, forcing the breath to catch in his throat. "Remi?" he asks, or he thinks he does, wondering whether speaking will break the spell he seems to be under, or if it will merely bewitch him further. Either way his fingers ghost along the back of Remi's hand, sneaking along his wrist and forearm.
And neither does the Lullaby, and his hands seem to radiate warmth where they press against Ronin's shoulders, forcing the breath to catch in his throat. "Remi?" he asks, or he thinks he does, wondering whether speaking will break the spell he seems to be under, or if it will merely bewitch him further. Either way his fingers ghost along the back of Remi's hand, sneaking along his wrist and forearm.
RONIN
