frostbite

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

Unlike his counterpart, Remi's body looks young and unused. Whether this is simply a ruse to make the monsters in the fog feel overconfident or if its an echo of the man he was when he'd first come across the witch is anyone's guess (it's both neither, and both). Ruffling a hand through his curls before returning to cleaning his nails with a piece of straw, Remi glances at Ronin and then towards the mist with a thoughtful smile. 'Let them come. Then there is no need for us to share.'

Rising lazily, Remi breezes across the deck towards Ronin. Recklessness is almost a given when one is in control of a dream, and so despite the guttural clicking sounds and flashes of teeth coming from the fog, the alchemist presses himself suggestively against the Huntsman. "Facciamo crollare questo mondo." He whispers against the shell of his husband's ear, his teeth grazing Ronin's earlobe.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)