the lullaby
You are colors in the sky after forty rains
The god's help. Remi too closes his eyes at that. It is one of his least favourite things to hear, but of course that doesn't make Ronin's point any less valid. "Right." The alchemist agrees hollowly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his husband's arms. The thought of doing so however fills Remi's guts with icewater rather than calming him. How many times had Mateo wished for nothing more than being able to slump into his parent's arms, only to go home to an empty house and an empty bed?
"I hate us right now, for what we have done." Remi whispers as his lips waver between a snarl and a frown. 'There is no excuse.' He adds, as if reaffirming their failures somehow was the first step in making it better. "Who do you think would be more helpful? Safrin might be jealous of Mateo, but Ludo might be tricksy about the whole thing." Reaching a touch desperately for one of Ronin's hands, Remi clasps it possessively in his own.
"I hate us right now, for what we have done." Remi whispers as his lips waver between a snarl and a frown. 'There is no excuse.' He adds, as if reaffirming their failures somehow was the first step in making it better. "Who do you think would be more helpful? Safrin might be jealous of Mateo, but Ludo might be tricksy about the whole thing." Reaching a touch desperately for one of Ronin's hands, Remi clasps it possessively in his own.
Storm or drought, Surrounded by fire or flood
With You I'm never without
With You I'm never without
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.
