[SE] and it goes like this

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

'Or want to join in.' The alchemist replies with a bit of a sigh. Remi has no shift in particular that he can blame for his possessiveness over his husband, but really, one only needs to cast a cursory glance at Ronin to understand why Remi might think that everyone wanted the Huntsman.

Blushing such that the hollows of his dimples looked nearly crimson, Remi gives his head a modest shake. "Well, it was nothing compared to how you looked of course." The memory of that day never fails to send a dizzying pulse of lust through the alchemist that leaves his cheeks feeling even hotter. Quickly though, where Remi should have made some quip about the ramifications of nudity during Deepfrost, instead his smile dies away and he frowns down at where their hands are hidden beneath the blanket.

Now as Remi swallows and turns to look at Ronin, his cheeks are stained with guilt instead of boyish unease. "I know that this is perhaps not the best moment for it...but...there is something I need to tell you. Or say, rather." The edges of Remi's cheeks flinch upwards in a hesitant smile before falling away. "An apology."

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)