let's be alone together

you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones

I'm taking you away somewhere.

That had been Ronin's vow to Remi at the beginning of Flowerbirth, when the sun rose at last over the longest night, and Vai was still gone. Since then - since the meeting at Torchline with Sunjata (ew) and Vai's funeral (gods) he'd been true to his word, and as the morning sun rises over the Mistbanks and penetrates the dreamlike fog, it will fall on a quaint and colourful little tent.

The fabric doors have been tied open so the fresh breeze can circulate within, and just outside a cookfire is giving heat to a stewpot, letting whatever breakfast within simmer and bubble. For his part, Ronin is sitting up in the mess of furs and blankets that have provided them ample space to sleep, having shifted to seat himself behind Remi - even if it means propping up a sleepy and reluctant alchemist.

"I used to do this to Aoife's hair, when she'd sit still long enough," he's murmuring softly into the other man's ear, even as his fingers carefully wend through Remi's curls, adding errant feathers and beads into the braid he's placing there. Once he's done, it's with a smiling kiss to the Lullaby's shoulder that he tries to tug them back into the nest they've made, reluctant to get up even if the sun is beckoning them.

RONIN

i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out

Sleep always comes easily to those with power over dreams; so Remi has avoided the sleeplessness that so often clings to grief. Even so, he hasn't been well-rested in days and to say that he's been irritable is a laughable understatement. Were anyone but Ronin have tried to suggest getting away, Remi likely wouldn't have even bothered with a response. Precisely because it was his husband, Remi reluctantly agreed; not because he wanted to, but because the thought of putting up an argument was simply too much effort to even conceive of.

In the mornings, Remi is certainly more lion than man, and so it will be with grumbly agreement that Ronin is able to manipulate Remi's head into his lap. Aoife breathes live into Remi's hostile mind, both soothing and irritating the emotional wounds that he couldn't help but pick at. "She never did like to sit still for things like that." The alchemist quietly agrees, shifting so that he's less of a leaden weight in Ronin's lap. "Are the feathers from anyone I know?" He wonders, squinting slightly as if he might somehow see around his own head to identify just what (or who) Ronin has added to the braid.

but I  f l i c k e r

from time to time

REMI

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