are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Having made a bet about whether or not Deimos would accept Ronin's invitation, it was with a smirk of good-natured defeat on his lips that the Lullaby nodded to the approaching demi-gods. "You know, I was not sure you would come," Remi calls out in a voice more thickly accented than it once was, for having spoken almost exclusively to Ronin telepathically for months on end. Grinning, he rolls his eyes at his husband, before heaving himself with theatrical effort from his rocking chair. "It is nice to see you."
Wearing the chambray shirt Ronin had picked out for him and having recently had a haircut, the Lullaby looked almost presentable, where it not for the heavy scruff on his cheeks or the persistent smell of woodsmoke and juniper clinging to his skin.
"I see you made it past our defense system." He adds as Sugar soars to her porch atop the houseboat. Deimos' keen eyes might notice a deathly little spriggan upon her back, cheering her on, and posing a threat to exactly no one.
Wearing the chambray shirt Ronin had picked out for him and having recently had a haircut, the Lullaby looked almost presentable, where it not for the heavy scruff on his cheeks or the persistent smell of woodsmoke and juniper clinging to his skin.
"I see you made it past our defense system." He adds as Sugar soars to her porch atop the houseboat. Deimos' keen eyes might notice a deathly little spriggan upon her back, cheering her on, and posing a threat to exactly no one.
remi
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.
