give me something to sing about

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

The corners of Remi's mouth twitch toward a smile before falling, only to be captured by Ronin's own. Whatever melancholy argument he might have made about just what they'd worked for is silenced by the press of Ronin's tongue. Though he can't twine his arms around the Huntsman as he once could, the Lullaby makes do by curling his left arm around Ronin's waist before slipping his fingers beneath the other man's shirt.

The palette of the Lullaby's thoughts are muted as Ronin might have guessed they'd be, though are no less expressive for their lack of brightness. "All I ever wanted was this." He whispers between sips of air as threads of gold and honey weave a bridge across the dark swallows of memory that always are nearby in the Lullaby's thoughts.

'I would like to savour it, if that is alright with you.' Because just as quickly as they could devour this picnic, so too would the leaves be gone, and some new emergency would rear its head, demanding their attention.