and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin waits with bated breath as his husband takes in the ice sculpture, nibbling on his lower lip as if worried for some reason that the other man might absolutely hate it. So when Remi's expression changes and melts into something warm, something Ronin recognises all too well, the Huntsman is quick to step forward as well. He doesn't reach out for the sculpture, more interested in watching the alchemist take it in, and he lets out a soft sigh to hear the familiar voice in his mind.
Of course I do... He smiles back to him, slipping his arms around the other man's waist so he can lean in and nose against his curls. "No matter how many new things you learn, you'll always be an alchemist at heart. All charcoal fingers with ink on your shirt, tinkering away in a lab."
Of course I do... He smiles back to him, slipping his arms around the other man's waist so he can lean in and nose against his curls. "No matter how many new things you learn, you'll always be an alchemist at heart. All charcoal fingers with ink on your shirt, tinkering away in a lab."
ronin
