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

Butter with strawberries on a plate of bread, cheese in honey; delicious. That's how Remi eats them, anyway. 'It felt exactly like that, though our idea of babysitting might be slightly skewed.' He agrees with a crooked smile. None of their children had ever been remotely normal in the traditional sense, and really, neither had their ascents to leadership.

Sighing as his fingers are kissed, the gesture such a simple one and yet it touched Remi's heart completely, the Lullaby resists the urge to tousle his husband's hair with a tentacle and instead merely sends a pulse of unfettered love his way. 'You do not seem particularly healed.' The Lullaby comments in a low voice. Naked still, Ronin's scars were all clearly visible, both old and new. Grumbling at this as Ronin likely knew he would, Remi's expression sours. "You did not need to do that." Pulling in a breath through his nose to keep himself from saying anything more, he resorts to glaring down somewhere by Ronin's knee.

'What for?' Remi wonders stubbornly.