the lullaby
And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright
The texture of being on a cloud is a bit hard to describe. Marshmellow-y but firm, it's a bit like being on a waterbed made of cotton. 'Maybe you could pitch it to her that...in moments when you were in danger, you could bring me to you to use as shield? So that you stay safe?" Remi's voice rises at the end as his nose crinkles. He knows what a weak argument this is, but he also knows that Safrin's dislike of him runs deep enough that she might buy the excuse anyway.
'That is okay. I sent him a letter asking him to meet and talk about it. If Nate or he dies, this would work for them too, so...I am hoping he agrees for selfish reasons." As Remi shrugs, there is a dark twitch that passes through the emotional current that connects them. A twitch that very much implies that if selfishness is not enough to motivate the Flood, that there are other ways in which Remi might persuade him.
'Oh?' Grinning, Remi gently runs a fingertip along Ronin's palm before giving his head a slight shake. "Fast as you can heal, I have never understood why palms are always cut for this sort of thing." So saying he twists at Ronin's side to roll up his husband's sleeve. His bicep would bleed enough and would be a far less annoying injury. Leaning forward to press his lips against Ronin's just as his claw cleaved apart his husband's skin, it would be with a soft moan of appreciation into the Huntsman's mouth that Remi would open a wound just large enough for his purposes.
'That is okay. I sent him a letter asking him to meet and talk about it. If Nate or he dies, this would work for them too, so...I am hoping he agrees for selfish reasons." As Remi shrugs, there is a dark twitch that passes through the emotional current that connects them. A twitch that very much implies that if selfishness is not enough to motivate the Flood, that there are other ways in which Remi might persuade him.
'Oh?' Grinning, Remi gently runs a fingertip along Ronin's palm before giving his head a slight shake. "Fast as you can heal, I have never understood why palms are always cut for this sort of thing." So saying he twists at Ronin's side to roll up his husband's sleeve. His bicep would bleed enough and would be a far less annoying injury. Leaning forward to press his lips against Ronin's just as his claw cleaved apart his husband's skin, it would be with a soft moan of appreciation into the Huntsman's mouth that Remi would open a wound just large enough for his purposes.
If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
