yours in the morning

the lullaby

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

"Finn might." Is all the alchemist can think to say on the subject of the Cordillera and research. Truthfully it's all he wants to say, what with the smell of Ronin's skin and blood somehow rendered all the more sweet for the starlight growing brighter and brighter as the minutes pass.

'I am not sure it is the views that are breathtaking.' Remi manages to whisper before he's half astride the Huntsman, with only one knee anchored onto the cloud and his hands wrapped around Ronin's shoulders. Pulling back, his eyes closed and his muscles tight with restraint, Remi exhales a shivery breath before slowly opening his eyes. "There must be something in the air." He chuckles almost apologetically despite sneaking a hand down Ronin's lower back to grip possessively at his husband's shirt.

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!