walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Remi hasn't made or brought a lantern this year. He hasn't come empty-handed though, not being quite so bold as to show up to Ludo's festival with nothing for the herald. Instead of a glowing lantern, he brings a large expandable fan with lines drawn on that someone might play X's and O's (or naughts and crosses if you're a pretentious ex-baron). This way Ludo could use it to make the lanterns sway in the breeze or fan their flames if it so chose.
"I can do that." Remi agrees with a smile. Unlinking his arm from his husband's, Remi goes to fill two glasses full of what's on offer. As it happens, it's a sticky-sweet concoction that looks rather like a child's version of sangria, which was to say everything within arms reach shoved into a bowl and drowned in juice.
"I can do that." Remi agrees with a smile. Unlinking his arm from his husband's, Remi goes to fill two glasses full of what's on offer. As it happens, it's a sticky-sweet concoction that looks rather like a child's version of sangria, which was to say everything within arms reach shoved into a bowl and drowned in juice.
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.
