if time is a river

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Still regarding the other man with wary confusion, Remi's gaze slips from Sunjata's steely eyes to his lips and then back again, as if there might be some sort of revelation revealed between the two. "So you...just need to...what? Pour us some wine then and wait outside while we have sex?" It really didn't make sense, but if that was what it took to get Sunjata's blood without the need to spill more of it in the process—and it wasn't like Remi wasn't going to have sex with Ronin—this seemed an easy enough trade. "It is Leafchange now though. You know what that means for Ronin." It's all the warning Remi will give; either Sunjata would take his chances and tailor his words, or he could wait a season. It was up to him.

Rising but not advancing, the Lullaby nods. "Deal."

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)