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

"Mm, no." Remi disagrees, sounding delightfully Italian as he hums out the sounds with a small scrunch of his nose. "I am just telling you what I know."

As their positions are reversed, the Lullaby is quick to shuffle tentacles and dead-limbs, all the while peering boyishly up at his husband. "No, you are not, but you are the only one who spends hours in front of the mirror trying to pull out all of your gray hairs. Don't think I have seen you and Sugar in there." Remi on the other hand has embraced aging as he embraces most things: with complete indifference for the most part. That there are now snares of gray in his beard or his curls seems so emphatically unimportant when compared to the relatively fairytale he and Ronin are currently living in.

Letting his left hand trail up his husband's hip before wandering towards the channel of his spine, Remi nods slowly, never taking his eyes from Ronin's. "I do." He agrees, sneaking his fingers beneath his husband's shirt. "Though..it is not really the same love as it was when we first started, is it? I mean, it is in some ways, but..." Not wanting to stray into the territory of lavish metaphors or garden imagery, the Lullaby is reduced to simply smiling adoringly up into the Huntsman's eyes.