[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

"I take it you hear it now?" Remi wonders with a lazy but adoring smile. Perhaps it's all the talk of second weddings and a certain recent visit to a certain waterfall that has the alchemist thinking more and more about it. "You know, this is the longest I have ever been married." He whispers with all the hesitation of a deeply held secret, before he laughs loudly enough for white clouds to puff from his lips.

Having kept his eyes focused solely on Ronin the alchemist has not yet noticed what artwork is being created in the snow, but no doubt as soon as they lift on the ground on Ronin's nimbus it will be quite obvious (patterns in the snow are surely evidence of the Huntsman also being a seasonal diety if you ask Remi).

"Butterscotch." Remi complains on a sigh, and had Ronin's lips not been against his cheek preventing him from doing so, the alchemist would have turned and buried his face petulantly against the side of his husband's neck. "I suppose I will have to find something to flavour it with." He murmurs, turning his head and nodding towards the waiting nimbus.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)