the lullaby
As it turned out, Remi only wanted his husband's honest opinion if it aligned with his own. Since it didn't, the raccoon is forced to chitter his disapproval under his breath. "Soon is relative." He mumbles silently, pulling in a breath deep enough to have his belly expanding before wooooooooooooshing it out in a cloud of utter exasperation.
Without opening his eyes, Remi mutters a helpful: "Those are not nearly big enough." before bursting into flames.
Trading fur for tendrils of heat, the snowbank around Remi gave a shriek as the snow skipped becoming liquid and simply misted into nothing around his naked and wavering form.
Without opening his eyes, Remi mutters a helpful: "Those are not nearly big enough." before bursting into flames.
Trading fur for tendrils of heat, the snowbank around Remi gave a shriek as the snow skipped becoming liquid and simply misted into nothing around his naked and wavering form.
Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
