it's a long way home

Ronin swore and tried to keep the distance between himself and Remi as the alchemist rushed forward. How dare he try and stop him from bleeding the blight full out until there was none left? Brandishing the glass shard in his free hand, still, and gripping it hard enough to cause black to well around his fingers too, Ronin's blue eyes were all but feral as his husband levelled him with a stare. Chest heaving, the reminder of what he had assured Remi not long ago lingering heavy in the air, Ronin's hand started to tremble, the glass slipping from his fingertips to tinkle against the floor. "For fuck's sake," he half whispered, his hand moving to join Remi's and try to staunch the bleeding from the wound he'd caused. "Is this how I spend my last season with you? Treating you like this?" he muttered. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.