[se] blue moons

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

“You are one of the first demigods of our time and Governor of the Storm.” Remi counters, though as he says it, it isn’t exactly clear whether or not that counts for or against Ronin’s claim that he can sleep in and binge-eat whenever the mood strikes him. ”Nnnnn.” The alchemist complains as he’s smushed, but no amount of grumbling can overshadow the colourful pulse of boyish joy that shines from his fingertips. “That sounds like I should be helping make better memories for you during warmer months and not adding to your arsenal during Deepfrost.” Remi decides with a crooked smile; he, of course, is not such a fan of Deepfrost.

Narrowing his eyes as Ronin’s dramatic meter shoots up to an 8, Remi merely raises an eyebrow. He’s utterly twitterpated at the sight of the Huntsman’s blue eyes and how dare you! stare of course, but certainly he isn’t budging from his position of Accuser. “Well, if you are anything at all like the rest of the spirits and deities we know, there will probably be a lot of demands made. I can think of at least a few who demand sex quite regularly, so…” Pursing his lips slightly and tilting his head, Remi is a humble picture of if needs must.

Gosh, who InDeEd?

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)