bone weary

I've been sleepwalking, Too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight

"Did you just suggest you'd ask a teenage girl to make a lifesize naked statue of yourself?" The alchemist wonders, jostling the star just a little. "Honestly, I know you are by far the most charming man in this entire world, but gods Ronin, sometimes..." Grinning crookedly and falling all the more in love with the man at his side for his occasional bumbling stupidity, Remi just laughs and rolls his eyes.

Softly sighing, Remi does his best to focus on the feeling of Ronin's lips against his fingers to prevent the Nova's description from becoming too visceral in his mind. "I wonder what it could have been. Or...what it will be, I suppose." Given the warning Safrin had managed, it seemed trouble was all but inevitable now.

Feathering his jaw slightly and wondering for just a moment why Safrin hadn't bothered to call down someone else—anyone else—who wasn't at risk of dying the way Ronin was (who? who else?), Remi presses his eyes closed for just a moment before snapping them open. "Whatever comes...it will be from the stars, won't it?" Tugging the Nova to a halt, the Lullaby does his best to keep his voice even. He manages it, just, though the cost is a new sheen of tears across his sea-glass stare. "And what really is a falling star, save for that which comes down from the sky."

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)