what the heart wants

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

'To wit I say once again to you, if I am getting old, what does that make you?' Remi wonders, inadvertently rhyming thanks to your poem. Crinkling his nose, a gesture he'd recently picked up from Flora, the Lullaby sighs theatrically (again, Flora) and considers. "I suppose you are right. I wonder if I should...get a job?" It sounds ludicrous to say, but then, Ronin would likely be off doing any number of things during the day, and if all Remi was responsible for was keeping their new home appropriately anchored, he'd likely go mad within the week.

Making a prolonged kissing sound in Ronin's wake, Remi grinned and nodded. "Mmm. No doubt so long as theirs is higher than ours, they will be happy." Slorping out his tentacles in an effort to peel away as much of the algae as possible with his suckers alone, the Lullaby drummed his fingers against the boat, before cocking an ear at the hollow reply.

"I would not be surprised if we have to gut her, honestly. But maybe that is not so bad. I could take Mateo to get some wood from the Greatwood for the interior, and you and Flora could pick out some seating and whatnot. We could fill her with all the places we used to live so that it feels like home." That, and including their children was probably a necessary step in trying to be better parents.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)